I will be the melancholy from your lips when
you want to kiss the new me.
I will be the sorrow from your soul.
I will be the big and little dipper from your night sky, cause i know how much you enjoyed watching the stars alone.
I will be the teardrop that will fall when you will think of my smile.
I will be the one who made you feel the really paradox that hides in you.

Maybe I will be something for you.
Maybe now I’m not, but as soon as I walk out that door, I will take with me all of the softness from you.
You destroyed me and maybe,
Just maybe,
You will reborn as the beautiful mystery that I once knew.