inspire me once again

i have loved you
the last thing i did for you
was to love you
yet seeing you leave me
there's nothing i could do
but just to love you
even more

don't ever try to talk to me again
if all you can do
is to hurt
and cause me pain
every
single
time

i found myself
when i lost you

but when i tried to find you
you were already found
by someone else

then i saw myself
lost again

Now that I’ve lost her,
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
to that point where I decided I wanted to live,
and change my mind

Not because of the pain I am feeling
but because of the pain
I caused her

i loved you
for who you were

i love you
for who you are

and i will love you
for who you might be

because to love
is to accept
the soul
and the living body

are we a possibility?
or we're just an illusion?
an illusion
that feels like reality
in the mind of
someone's imagination