Then it was you and me. Everyone else were nobodies. Not as free, just wanting to succeed.

Trying to please everybody wasn't for us. We had eachother in our lust. Nobody else did we trust.

How were we to know that this would all end? Always breaking but refusing to mend. Our Love never really did begin.

Just that ever taunting lust was always present. Tainting our senses, refusing to relent. Needing to go back to the beginning to find out what this all meant.

Could we have been more? Did we deny  a love that could've been the cure? Fixed the shattered mess that is our souls, diminish our wicked allure.

Now I'm sitting here with a heart in my trembling hands. Desperately wishing I could go back and fix the man. But at the time mending a broken soul was never part of the plan.

He was willing to try for me. Pick up the broken pieces of the dark memories. For some reason his compassion terrified me, I had the urge to flee.

All that it could be. All that it should be. All that it would be. My choices have a haunting ending. Sitting here figuring out what he was to me. I finally see.

That man was everything. Yet I just let him roam free. Leaving me here with my heart on my sleeve. My decision taunting me.