The epitome of what could have been,
I strike a match that ignites a fire in the sky.
My actions leave me with a half-hearted grin;
for I had realized you had left me to die.

You left me in another's embrace,
leaving me to be at war with myself.
You rejected me in this forsaken place,
running away to selfishly save yourself.

You left me when I needed you the most,
breaking me apart, ripping me in two.
You discarded me like a ghost,
so I turn to my malice—shattering the sky in two.

You knew I was yours, and you were mine.
But I guess... our fates were never meant to align.