You see I’m broken, he used to say
My life gives no meaning to the time spent
What is there to live for?
I came to him and kissed him
But my love was never enough
For he despised something so low
In his search for greater reasons
And I lived for him in his darkest hours
tryed to tell him things like honor don’t matter
that I am here for him and that’s all that there is.
But he knew one day he’d be gone
And yet still thinking about our love
He would search determined to find
anything to prove me wrong
So he could justify his fear of being forever
in one place, with one person
experiencing the same fate
for in his love he couldn’t settle down
burning with fire impossible to extinguish
and what is left of him still writes this poem
while I’m recovering ready to give my heart
to someone that matters as once he did.