You were the fire,
A beautiful, glowing light,
And I was the oxygen.
You could not function without me,
But all that meant was,
You were using me,
To glow forever brighter.
The price of life is death.
The price of death is life.
Which are we buying?
Io ti raggiungo
E cerca di nasconderti nella tua luce
Ma tu appassisci al mio tocco
E svanisco nell'oscurità
~Per il mio amico~
You were the sun;
Destined to destroy the Earth.
And that, I suppose, just happened to be me
Friends are like a house of cards;
The moment you take one out, they all fall apart.
But that's just life
People tell me all the time,
That personal poetry is the best,
But I'm sorry to disagree.
Personal poetry should be the best,
But I'm afraid it's not with me.
Personal poetry is hardly as clean,
Emotions spilling off the page,
It's really rather messy.
Feelings too raw, too much, to express,
And not a single thought can be conveyed,
It just seems like a waste of energy...
So sorry if my poetry isn't the best...
I'm a vengeful creature,
Unable to let it go,
Unable to even forget.
You broke all of me,
More than just my heart;
You broke my soul and will, too.
I don't want to be like her,
I want to be better,
But I'll worry about that later,
Forgive me, please.
It's your turn now,
I know I'm breaking all of you, too,
But at least I'm telling you,
Which is more than what you can say you did.
"I don't know."