from the looks of it, it’s about all my fault
you can’t stop something that is meant to happen
the last time i told you i was moving on, i swear i meant it
then you held a finger out, like one droplet falls in water
but it sent waves and brought everything back with them
an ocean of pain, love, exhaustion but memories of greatness
now you ask me to choose her, same as you have, as god has
why would i want you to be happy? should i?
does he deserve love, mutual understanding, eternity…
all the things i was once promised?
i believe she should see the ugliness too
can you wish bad upon someone you know nothing of?
i hope her eyes see how his love fails
and she notices he will give up when it’s time to succeed
i wish her to feel alone when he should be chosing her
she should know what it’s like to be second best
i do
i do
i do
i remember those piercing sweet beautiful horrifying ending words
if only there were a way to forget