The way I’ve hurt,
I think nobody deserves at all.
But I think of those hungry people,
Those helpless people,
Those aimless people.
Oh my lovely people,
Why did they pay the price
That I was investing?
Why did they let their dream die
Instead of following the life as the ending?
Why did I make them fight?
Why did I make them choose the thing I thought was right?
Why didn’t they listen to them?
Or maybe I made them choose this life aim.

I don’t know how many apologies I should owe
That the beautiful world you want to show
To your kids, to your belongings,
To your family happily singing.

Forgive me, my soldier, I let your dream die.
I let you fight against your brother
When you wanted to live a peaceful life.

I taught you to leave your soul dream,
So I could use your skin.
I am so guilty now,
Please forgive me, my dear soldier.
I want to wash my sin.

I feel guilty,
And I think it's all my fault.
I feel guilty,
For being too much
but still not enough.
I feel guilty,
I swear
I didn’t mean to mess this up too.
I feel guilty,
Because it seems like
my presence just makes things worse.

I feel guilty,
And now I rot because I must.

The flowers died on monday
They had been wilting for a while 
I had been staring at them
They reminded me of the love we had
Beautiful yet tragic
Romantic yet ghastly

And i know it could have been worse
That we could have made it work
But it wasn't my **** show alone
Couldn't make it work since you were gone.

Artistic yet fragile like a card pyramid 
Fallen to base by wind's blow
But we could have built it back up
We could have made it work 
But the afterglow wasn't enough.

The silence echoes, deep and wide,
Where once your presence used to hide.
A shadow now, where love never lived,
A hollow place, no warmth to give.

In every room, your absence cries,
A thousand questions fill my mind.
Why did you leave? Why can't you stay?
I waited for you, but you’ve turned away.

Your absence leaves a mark so deep,
A longing that I cannot keep.

I truly hope it all washes away
The guilt, complacency and your fears
That like the flood, it cleanses it all
You start anew, forget what you knew
Sleep without worry, dream and never fret
It'll all wash away, be free of your chains

I don’t have to change the names,
hide beneath hyperbole and metaphor,
or remove details to protect our guilt.

Neither one of us is blameless;
we both created a storm that left behind lifetimes of wreckage.

And I dare not pretend this is in honor
of the beauty we were in the beginning.

No—

this is an ode to a tragedy that will always be:
the you and me that we became.