You think you love me, but you don’t.
And as much as I wanted you to, and you wanted yourself to–
The answer will always be a no.

No, you don’t.
Yes, you tried.
But no, you never chose me.

It doesn’t make sense, does it?
Not all things true, don’t.
Nor untrue.

We loved, you and I.
For a short while.
Choosing and reckoning what was it that made us

Us,
From a momentum filled with joyous embrace
To bridges burning, memories flayed