i was ready to die for you
so why am i this sad when you hurt me?
to love is to give trust to be shattered
and yet i question every move wondering if i erred
and i don't want to blame you
surely i did something wrong
or maybe i thought we were more than we were
perhaps i'm just too sensitive
and yet i miss you
am i a masochist because i crave your comfort?
why do i long for someone who doesn't hurt from my absence
maybe it's because it reminds me of my family
if i were more valuable, surely you would have cared more
i should have killed myself after you left
for i knew it would never be as beautiful
and you would never have to feel guilty
i remember how our fingers intertwined
all the love, all the hope, all the plans
i meant it all, did you?
irrelevant for, promises never mattered anyway
