My Extreme Coldness

I admired how you treated me, all the care you showed toward me, how sad it is to have changed today; have I been hiding away... giving another what should be yours, not feeling sorry for your big loss? My extreme coldness has grown out of proportion, my greed for lust has broken your trust; can I ever get it back without considering the hurt you are feeling? I don't act as sincere as I usually would, joy has lost its beautiful essence and roses don't smell as they should: neither is this one without fragrance. My extreme coldness is simply a betrayal, everything you believed in has been blown off like the dust of the desert making you love me less, not trusting in promises anymore they are meaningless and hurtful words; and being alone, I'll regret all as they pound inside my heavy chest... because the poison in my blood is my sin! I could have made you happier than you ever imagined, given you unforgettable days of delight you would never have imagined and yet you were afraid to lose them before they were realized! My hard coldness is the source if my indifference condemned by you for its unrealistic insincerity; I have hurt you and not apologized, I deserve to be trashed, to be an unheard voice... don't show any kindness towards me, let misery spare me no pity.