They tell me they told you everything,
that you knew all along and still chose
to toss me into the sea with the anchor
of a timeless truth.

Then again, they tell me, they told you
everything and showed you me again
and still you chose to leave me there
and turn to another.

Now again, they tell me, they told you
everything and now the two you chose
have gone plus the others who left
of their own accord.

And still I, chosen and unchosen, and
left to carry the weight of it all, love you.
Yet what they refuse to tell or show you
is how it all will lift

The moment you turn to see me, risen
from the depths you plunged me to,
now washed clean, having forgiven
if not forgotten.

They tell me they told you everything,
that you choose to doubt their promise
that I can be trusted, that I need no
remorse or recompense.

They say you don't believe the faith
I have in you, despite deception and
your pursuit of every avenue save me
not in need or saving. 

They tell me they told you everything
and still you can not bring yourself
to tell me everything, disbelieving
this love's eternal purity.