i took the last sip of hope left in the cup of our love and now i feel like i'm drowning in it
pathetically sensing the end of our something
and every atom in my longing body implodes within
i watch your silhouette wandering in the darkness of my dreams but as soon as my fingers reach for it
it utterly disappears
so did you

theres is no love poem
no enormous miracle
and no wonderful fantasy
that will ever be able to describe the way
i inexorably fell for you
as tenderly as a melting candle
and as much as i want to express
these butterflies kept in my treasure chest  
i won't ever find the words
i won't ever find the magic

and i were never the one to believe in love
but after i have touched your impulsive skin
how am i supposed not to?
after i have tasted your addictive lips
how am i supposed not to?
and after i have sensed your magnetic fragrance?
how am i supposed to not believe in a love as unconditional as yours?
& i were never as certain before
i won't ever find a creature as charming as you
and i won't need to
because i want you
forevermore

can i ask you to stay
if all you wanna do is leave?
can i ask you to hold my hand?
'cause all i want you is to believe
can i remain in your mind
even tho it was never planned?
can i somewhere at some time
become your everlasting paradigm?
can you hold me tight
as long as it's fine?
can you trust me again
even tho i lied?
can you touch my soul
when your hands are tied?
can you love me again
just like you did back then?

but can i ask you to stay
if all you wanna do is leave?

if you would look close,
you would see the agony kept inside my chest
and dead butterflies killed by myself ages ago
you'd see the unspoken thoughts
repetitively playing like music in my ears
no one can hear
you'd recognize my shadows dancing on papers of unwritten poetry
kept inside my treasure of hope
you'd understand the scribbled words written on the walls of my heart secretly wanting to be noticed just by someone who looks close enough

but if you decide to look closer,
you'd see the pain running through my veins demanding be felt in every inch of my body
you'd see the little girl that lives inside me
still trying to be let free
you'd see the hatred trying to be restrained by the idea of destiny & that tomorrow will be better
and the whisper in the back of my head always telling me that it is not good enough yet
but after all,
you'd still think it's pathetically miserable
what a wreck i actually am
you'd never think i'm worth reading
never worth looking closer
and you'd put me next to all the unfulfilled stories remaining in the shelf of yours
and always kept in mind that some day
you may rummage in your old books
and find me again