You're gone.
It's my fault.
I'm deadened.
la lumiere
it's gone
I'm bereft.
the choice to fan the ember to blazing flame
was there
I ran
I'm empty.
match-perfect, close to narcissism
I can pretend we were torn apart by Fate
it is I who did the tearing
we're deleted.
I'm a coward
oh, mon chéri seul
please find in your heart to forgive me.
You're perfect
but poison
I'm nine-tenths to numb
Don't forget me.