Shapes in a Portrait

I run down tot he pond
It’s the spot where you fist kissed me
I begin to cry
And look to my reflection

Who is this person?
The curly blonde hair that shapes my face
The small green orbs that was my doorway
These thick pink lips that said those words

What were we?
Just shapes in a portrait
Just passages to lies
Just words that drift off your tongue

Then I understand
It is my destiny
For love to cause me
Misery.