The life we made fell apart as you left me strandad on an island for two 
I grew cold and built a pyre and on it i set a fire 
I burnt all that we had created.
I burnt the songs created with love, drowned the poems I'd written in pain. 

I had forgotten that they were not just words that we had written; they were worlds that we created. 
I watched as my word drowned in a see of darkness. As yours burned an ever dwindling flame. 
I watched as the world around me crumble as our poems are lost forever .

I’m a broken man in a broken world.
A world that we had created, that i have broken.