Why?
Oh why?
Must I have this sadness
that follows my smile?
In a moment of joy relives a moment of realization.
The realization that I have lost you,
and all that you do.
Before I was even able
To learn of my own intentions.
My interest in what worries you,
in where your smile blooms from,
And what scares you.
Before the race was able to begin,
I have already lost you to another.
I'm not the type to take what is not their own.
You have stolen my heart,
but I will not lay a hand on yours.
If she owns it - I will forget.
I know I am defeated,
and will erase all traces of you that make me happy.
But for this instance,
this gleeful feeling of a moment shared with friends,
let me dwell in this sorrow till morning comes.
Then I will forget about you.