When in Rome

Loss of the ability to offer grace

There was a point in my life
Where grace and forgiveness were my Roman empire
I've learned that I no longer have the grace
That forgiving you once more would require
I sang your name the way warm honey feels
While yours spit vitriol and fire
My most painful lesson was one that you taught me
That the harshest of truths
Always seem to drip
From the venom-tipped lips of a liar