you were standing
at the exit
but
my love–
i am too bruised and wounded
to again hope
for finding the
right path towards
a wall
which isn't
a dead end

my love
maybe you are
at the right place
but i am not
the person
whose
meant
to find
you


the
      dis      tance
between
us is too vast


accept my apologies
stop waiting–
and hold his hands
who comes to you
like a moth would find fire

i truly wished to be your fire
maybe that was just
meant to be
one-sided love

so just go away
when love
comes to you

as all i see are
dead ends–
no exit
where
you
stand

don't cry
when you hold his hand
this was meant to happen
it's okay
don't let your soul
carry the blame
which you
never deserved

you fulfilled the part of your
promise
it was me
who was weak
against all odds