It's not fair, its true.
You love me, yet,
I can't love you.
The fault is not yours,
Nor is it mine,
It's fate, therefore.
In all your hopes demise,
I hope you see
With wiser eyes
That love cannot be forced
Nor pushed or pulled,
Despite remorse.
I'm sorry it was me
Who you held in mind
So perfectly,
But I can't live a lie;
I'm sorry dear,
This is "goodbye".

It's hard to believe
But it's over now.
And it's been over.
And I watch my life
Flow in front of my eyes
Like I'm flying towards a light
Away from this lie
That encompassed my being
Away from this sadness
That became who I am.
All that I am.
He's left me forever,
So how do I breathe now?
Why do I still love him,
When it's been a year and a half?
I'm flying away, so fast
So very very fast
And it all falls in front of me,
My feet trampled on the roses
That were us.
I told you I would be the best,
The best girlfriend you had ever had,
And I know that I made that statement
A lie.
I know you won't ever read this
But if you ever did,
You would feel my soul
Crying for your own.
My heart, hugging your own.
My tears falling on your shirt.
Me, falling, falling on you...
Can anybody hear me?
Can anybody... Understand...
Does anyone care...
I am flying...
And I've fallen.

What is another day?
What more could the universe
Possibly have to take from me?
Me, who gave up everything
For an escape from my consciousness.
The worst kind of criminal,
Lies inside these bones.
But I have yet to find
Anything worse for my path.
I sit here, and wait for him
He, who is never
Coming
Back.
I know this is the sentence.
But how long must I suffer?

Through which I feel everything,
Is now clear.
The world is open for me.
One simple change,
And I'm on the Path again.
Thanks, Universe.

What can I say for my past?
Mistakes crawled out of my system
And into my world
with each careless thought that echoed
Throughout my conscious reality...
But I can say for myself,
I never let it be "okay".
I never let a callous grow,
Over the innocent light of my soul.
I never let myself accept my wrong-doing
I never allowed myself to feel happy.
I always felt as if I was meant to be perfect.
And I always tried.
But being perfect means doing the right thing.
And the right thing, being synonymous with
Pain
Suffering
And solitude,
One doesn't often purposely throw themselves into such a chamber of Hell.
But cleansing, it is, and always will be.
To erase our wrongs, there is no way.
But to change our most deep-rooted,
Destructive choices...
That is the way to ensure a clean soul.
And a peaceful mind.

Now, I am her,
Who I know myself to be.
I'm alone, but I have myself back,
And that's all that matters.

Yes, it happened to me.
I was there
In the warm moonlight
Of his touch.
The fire glowing,
Revealing the lines
Of my hands,
So slowly caressing
His face.
The stars grew bright,
The promise of life,
In this thing that we had
That grew bigger than us,
And took over everything else.
He held me,
His touch, I had only dreamed about.
But in the present,
In that moment,
Time froze for us.
And I told you,
The words spilling out of my lips
As carelessly as laughter,
And you held it and returned it to me.
We had everything in our heads
And no one else knew.
I loved you then.
But couldn't find that word.
Why? When I had just found you.