Do not try to remember the tales of how we met or ended
I was there when the fiery passion of our broken souls burned the city to ashes
you will always try to find your way back to me, in old dusty books,
in the signs on the street, in our songs that seem so lost to me now.
You were like a mirage in disguise, alarmingly enlightening.
I am spirling in a maze, a labyrinth, I'm getting dizzy going round and round through the same old thing.
I remain still not wanting to remember the feeling, of being with you

i offered you everything while torturing myself,
we used to watch the birds through our tiny window when i was little,
your presence fades whenever you get closer to me,
an empty space between us becomes more apparent,
the destruction is starting to become a part of me that i cannot defy,
the more i grow up, the more i ask myself why,
why do i put up with this?
i mourn in solitude, filled with regrets,
your misjudgment, you never seem to apologize even when you’re at fault,
i came to the conclusion that i never want to be like you,
so thank you, I hope you feel the triumphant loss.

the words you told me are engraved in my heart,
maybe it was your preconceived impeccable bonds,
accompanying me in my dreams
a soul neither euphoric nor wretched,
wishing for an eternity with just yourself
up awake at night, not wanting to sleep,
because i know once i close my eyes
i will meet you once again.

memories are the last thing i have of you,
i wonder if you remember anything at all,
i yearn for remedies, to be forgotten at all
i was perplexed by everything you do
i remain captivated by the slightest signs of your signals,
insecurity over-washes me, i can’t comprehend the symbols
then i realized, i’m searching for signs that don’t exist
in the midst of the night, the aftermath remains a bliss.