I used to Love you to death,
every breath I'd give you
until there was nothing left.
My rational was hopeful, yet naïve,
I would carry your entire bounty
of love and you would carry mine.
But what a fool I was indeed.
My intricate calculations
were blinded by my infatuation.
You were not ready to give me all of your love,
and I was not ready to feel empty.
When I burdened with you everything
it buried you alive
and it left me empty inside.
I could see you drowning,
and my foolish intuition
was that you needed more love
than I could offer.
I suffocated the fire in your heart
with my own two hands
and there is no return from death.