You tell me pretty lies,
You protect me from the truth.
You look into my eyes,
And tell me not to fall for you.

You tell me about your crush,
And I dream that I was her.
You tell me not to rush,
But I don't wanna see you with her.

Looking back to our past
I wonder if you really LOVED me
Did you?

Whatever is not
As we once wanted
As we lose and long
and dream

And whatever is
Which will be missed
In the years to come
As we look back
With a different sort of longing

The fire which burns beside me
Inside me
Around me
And the smoke
Of this day

Which becomes the sky
Just as the ash becomes earth
The breaking of a heart
So to speak

And the mending
Of some cracks
Or Scars
Or a newfound window
To some world
Whose existence

We knew nothing of
Well,
What it is
For me right now
And whatever it is for you, too

May this poem be enough