(Top to bottom: the broken
Bottom to top: the breaker)

Im sorry.
I will never forget
In my heart
What you did.
Because
It does not matter what they think.
This kind of love
You don't deserve
They say.
I am the victim.
It is false to say that
I was the one who lost it all.
The truth is
I kept holding on.
In my dreams
I destroyed you,
Because
It kept haunting me
I remained still
After all that you've done.
Left in the dark,
I should have been the one
Celebrating.
I thought I would be
Finding the light, but no.
Still, there are ways of
Letting you go.
But I am certain, my mistake is
I cannot figure out.
Maybe there are really things that
Cannot be repaired.
Like a glass broken in a milion pieces.
My life is a mess.

If we're so close
I'd no longer stare at photographs
No longer read between lines
I could just touch your face
Look into your eyes
And finally know my place.
We could either play pool
Or sit at the park
I'd hear your stories
While you are looking afar.
Then slowly, I'd take each chance
To watch you from your side
And wish for myself
That I could call you mine.
But the first thing I should wish
Is that we'd be so close
I'd no longer have to stare at photographs.

Sometimes I prefer you
looking at something else
Instead of me.
Not because I'm shy
Or you look better sideways,
But because of the way
You wonder at things.
I love the feeling of thinking
That if you can look
At lifeless mountains in too much awe,
How much more passion do you give
Looking at the person who owns your soul?