With you,
Lied all my happiness,
With you,
All that made me gay.

With you,
Goes away all my sadness,
At night,
Your smiles make my day.

Now without you,
I’m just a man with a flower,
Empty in a blank kind of way—

Because whenever I’m with you,
I’m more than half a man.

And more than half is missing,
Now that you’ve up and gone…

And as they mark this tattoo on my hand,
     my flower,
     pitch black,
     in mourning for you—
All I can do is shove all my tears inside…

Remembering that half of me,
Cost the death of you…

     —this is just the ‘smart thing’
     that men always tend to do—

She sang---
   a swan's song
   before I fell asleep...

     ---and before
     I knew it---

   I was falling
       way too deep.

In her world everything had to be perfect from head to toe. Until she met the man who was so and so.

She wanted to accept him but the gravity was far too much. She could never fall for someone as sloppy as such.

So he tried again, this time training, whipping himself to perfection. Time then passed by, and he was too 'normal' to catch her attention.

A ticking time bomb
    In her hand.
It can only move forward…
It can only explode.

A roller coaster ride
   With many twists and turns.
It can only end at a stop…

   Or crash and burn,
      Off the road—

She made a promise,
That I kept in my heart.

But if promises are
   indeed made to be broken…

Why are we now crying,
When we knew we were
   indeed meant to part?

If I knew that
  Any word could be
    Goodbye…
Then why even listen?

We’d just try,
   and try…
   and try…
     and end up beaten—

If tomorrow has to be,
The end of our journey,
Must I bother to wake up?

If I just knew
   that we were running
      at full speed towards a dead end—

          —why don’t we just stop?

She looks me,
Straight in the eye
   with all the pain
   in the world…

And I’m just sure
She’s going to say goodbye…
   —So how shall I bear to listen?

“I love you… to the end of the world.”