If this is love,
I want no part in it.
The
         b
            e
               t
                  r
                     a
                        y
                           a
                              l,
                                    the lies,
                                                 the pain,
                                                               the truth.
If this is you,
I want to forget us.
Our
         m
            e
              m
                 o
                     r
                        i
                          e
                             s,
                                 our secrets,
                                                   our trust,
                                                                  our imperfections.

                          will i be able              to love again?
                      if                       i can,                   will
                       i                         be                     able
                        to                                              see
                         when                                       the
                           end                                       is
                              coming?                          if
                                   you                     were
                                      like             this,
                                          will     he
                                                 be
                                           like      you
                                     too?                if
                                 our                       love
                             went                            down
                           this                                    fast,
                        will                                          my
                      next                                             one
                      be                        the                    same?
                         if                    this is                how
                               all love is,           is any of it

                                             true love?

Fear created the chains which bound me into silence.
No one listened, they only peered.
With blackness around me, I had no guidance.
I was alone and I disappeared.

In despair, there was only time for reflections.
Deep within myself, I had to admit:
Including my imperfections,
Was I still misfit?

Slowly and silently, I found my voice.
In reality, I took my place.
Rejoice!
No longer, am I a disgrace.

I leave the shackles behind me.
Find the light from within.
Swimming up from the deep black sea,
I reach the surface. And I am forgiven of all deadly sin.