I complicated your life
with these feelings,
and it's hard to accept
of you being untroubled
with my absence.

I was finding possible ways
to fix every broken word,
but every broken road
lead to me to a conclusion:
love is a luxury
we just can't afford,

You're still beautiful,
beneath the moonlight,
drawn by the clouds,
and I can't be jealous of
seeing you with him,
holding you closer
than I was with you before.