You said you had a hamartia
but I did not believe you.
You said your hamartia would only hurt me, but I still loved you.
You said your hamartia would scare me away
But the truth is I loved you more because of this fatal flaw.
Your inability to love me as I loved you wasn't a hamartia
It was simply you being honest, that's all I could have asked for
You closed yourself off from love, I knew that. I still loved you though.
I don't regret loving you because after all your hamartia was a perfect imperfection to me