Which one of us is “I”?
The one who calls you cruel,
fiery darkness, moonless night,
or the one whose eyes cry blood?
He smiles—
“Fallen for the Daughter of the Stars.”
“Of course. Now, I’m blind.”
Which one of us loved you more?
The one who dreamt of being a genie,
turning all your wishes into truth,
or the one who stopped dreaming long ago,
who acts arrogant, yet remains chained—
a slave to an absent-minded muse.
Which one of us forgot you?
The one who sees you every night—
not dreams; nightmares keep him alive.
Or the fool who screams, “Go somewhere else!”
then runs, searching for a crossroads
every night, begging for a pair of eyes.
Those fools can’t even remember
your temper, your echoed ghostly smile.
So every night, they shed tears.
You took away what they needed,
The first sin– took away their pride.
They both pray, even to the fallen,
the evil one who only loved God.
They offer their empty souls.
They even call him “my lord.”
“One last time, as a fellow fallen one,
grant me my wish, just one last time.
Give me my vision; let me be blinded.
Let my eyes be burnt by her sight.”
Which one of us despises you more?
The one who prays every day
to see those ocean-weary eyes cry,
or the one who wishes to see you smile,
who wants you to enjoy happiness—
a wonderful, lifeless life.
Which one of us did you truly leave?
The fool who burned his eyes
for a glimpse of your love?
He dreams of a wasteland
with a small temple
to serve the Queen,
the Goddess, the siren
who walks on earth,
or the one who always knew
you would leave,
so he hid his—no, your—world,
prepared every day, and smiled,
walked on a few broken glasses,
won—but at what cost?
What’s left of him?
He lost everything, even his mind.
Which one’s love would you have returned?
The one who loved you more—but how?
Or the one who would have loved you less?
How could he love you less?
He would have, if he could have—but how?
The “YOU” was there. So please tell me how?
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:44 PM UTC
Which one of us is “I”?
The one who calls you cruel,
fiery darkness, moonless night,
or the one whose eyes cry blood?
He smiles—
“Fallen for the Daughter of the Stars.”
“Of course. Now, I’m blind.”
Which one of us loved you more?
The one who dreamt of being a genie,
turning all your wishes into truth,
or the one who stopped dreaming long ago,
who acts arrogant, yet remains chained—
a slave to an absent-minded muse.
Which one of us forgot you?
The one who sees you every night—
not dreams; nightmares keep him alive.
Or the fool who screams, “Go somewhere else!”
then runs, searching for a crossroads
every night, begging for a pair of eyes.
Those fools can’t even remember
your temper, your echoed ghostly smile.
So every night, they shed tears.
You took away what they needed,
The first sin– took away their pride.
They both pray, even to the fallen,
the evil one who only loved God.
They offer their empty souls.
They even call him “my lord.”
“One last time, as a fellow fallen one,
grant me my wish, just one last time.
Give me my vision; let me be blinded.
Let my eyes be burnt by her sight.”
Which one of us despises you more?
The one who prays every day
to see those ocean-weary eyes cry,
or the one who wishes to see you smile,
who wants you to enjoy happiness—
a wonderful, lifeless life.
Which one of us did you truly leave?
The fool who burned his eyes
for a glimpse of your love?
He dreams of a wasteland
with a small temple
to serve the Queen,
the Goddess, the siren
who walks on earth,
or the one who always knew
you would leave,
so he hid his—no, your—world,
prepared every day, and smiled,
walked on a few broken glasses,
won—but at what cost?
What’s left of him?
He lost everything, even his mind.
Which one’s love would you have returned?
The one who loved you more—but how?
Or the one who would have loved you less?
How could he love you less?
He would have, if he could have—but how?
The “YOU” was there. So please tell me how?
