I realized it
when she cried,
the way her tears
wept through mine.
Maybe she felt the pain,
it was the guilt
that I kept.
I had held on to her
for so long
just cause leaving her
felt so wrong.
But it was my fault
that the waves never stopped,
even after we found a shore,
the reasons
never became a cure.
And cure she was
for this ever beating heart
that raged for a love
lost
within the reaches of time.
Did I need to hold on?
Was I ever the one?
Never was I that worthy
to have completed her,
never was I enough stealthy
to have known her,
never was I too brave
to stray and betray
the things she believed
just to show
how her wings could spree.
And maybe that’s why
I just knew when she cried,
when those eyes left her dry,
when all I could do
is cry too
and let her go;
I believed
our bond
as our freedom
but that relation
turned
as her aggression,
as my passion
was just her discontent.
And I was to blame
for all the truffle
that I extended.
Cause you know,
it’s easier to blame yourself,
it’s easier to find fault
in your own steps.
Cause you know
It’s easier to let go
when all of it links
to just you,
when nothing else
belongs
to her.
·love