My Manchete

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?