That question rings so sad and shallow. I know how I lost you, the envy, the pain. The sadistic question still remains. It kills my life slowly, seeing us apart, but I took back my heart. It gave you the right to leave me again, I gave up my right to keep you..
I cannot love you anymore.. If I try to stop it though, I lose my inner light, the thing that makes myself the reflection in the mirror.
When I told you, you agreed. You couldn't stop loving me. You gave yourself up to someone else. Like I did against you. What could we have done to stop this bittersweet sundown of memories? The water trickles from the hands of time, memories washing away, to disappear again.
If I could stop loving you I would. It hurts too much to bear. My song of sadness should go unheard, but it eats away like a parasite. Crawling and clawing at my insides, bleeding and sucking me dry.
There are people that can pause this sickness, this vile poison in my body. Don't take me back if you are just going to leave again... The sickness I feel just won't end if you do. It will grow and grow.. Leaving me...
With almost nothing left...
No inner light...
Maybe it's for the best...
