New?

Days became weeks, months, a year,
I knew you once, but now I fear,
I never really knew you.
What I though was just a figment.
I was reluctant to believe your word and what you meant
False as the commitment I heard you cry,
Surrounded with candles,
and pierced by the anguish of your past.
You wavered across the line, but now at last,
Sadly, the "new" you is only in the past.

I want to cry at your needs,
I make waste of the day I planted seeds,
I want to hit you and maybe knock you down.
Then, I would be as "bad" as you,
So I just can’t do that though I want to,
I’ll try to prayer for you. Pray for me.