My Machete

When I first arrived and you see me there,
Your hopeful eyes shattered my despair know what we use to be.
No one else in more confused than me.
Oh, I don't want to hurt you anymore.

I drop my machete to the floor.
You look so happy-sad.
I know I can't expect you'll wait for me.
The soft taste of you lips conjures memories

Of a world where fallen petals fall from above.
It seems so far away. I am lost,
To both of our dismay.
Would someone please pass me the

Key to this exam that I've written?