“What do you hate the most?”
“Waiting.”

“What are you best at?”
“Waiting.”

I loved you...
I loved you...
F*ck...
I love you.
I wanted to scream,
but I have no more words.
I wanted to sing,
but I have no more notes.

I want to see you,
but that would burn my soul,
because I miss you more than you do.

I yelled into my pillow,
asking why...
why was I not enough?
Why did we have to fight?

But things are what they’re supposed to be.
I was born to love you.
You were born to be loved; it’s true.

The cards don’t lie; they even told me again
that our love is true, it’s not a postulant vain,
but maybe it’s too late to see,
and maybe you moved to another sea.

But my heart is always open to try,
in this one or the next life,
because our love is true and kind,
and I will whisper your name in the ears of angels until I die.