You walked away from it all.
And I feel like I’m standing there
Empty-handed, empty-hearted,
Still waiting for you to come back
Somehow, waiting to see you typing,
Waiting for you to see my messages,
The old ways that are now lost and gone.
She wouldn’t have survived this loss,
And for a good reason, I see your face,
The sheer beauty within your eyes,
The idea turning it into pure horror, that
It’s all gone, wasted, buried, done and dusted,
I didn’t know that our time together had been
Running out, what would I have done, what
Would I have said, make you stay, make you stay,
Would that have been the wrong thing to say,
To do, to expect, to beg, deprive you of your choice?
I am sitting in the darkness that you left behind,
That exclusively belongs to the world we live in,
Still, we need to take care of it and find the light switch,
I want you to see, I want you to feel warm and loved,
You felt that there was too much of it, too much darkness,
Everything felt too heavy, blasting the light at full potential
In countermeasures ate you up, drained you steadily,
A daily fight, within, without, the taking and the taking,
And you gave and exhausted yourself, misunderstood
And unseen, something otherworldly found you and you
Rejoiced, felt free, released the tension of it all, the endlessly
Repetitive circles, vices and virtues, to hell with it all,
You needed to fly, for an instant, you alleviated your body
And broke our hearts and I love and forgive you still.
Croque-Melpomene 