Departing fast apart;
forgetting left behind;
of thousand-pieces heart
and voidless burning mind;
what magic have you cast;
for painting me this blind
what poison have I gasped;
you never asked to find
maybe I went too far;
maybe you moved too slow;
maybe you reached the stars;
maybe I was too low;
for slowly breaking scars;
as ocean deep of signs
I worshipped all your fires;
you tolerated mine;
this bleeding may have clot,
like footprints of a child;
of curious, seeking love
inside his ruthless mind;
maybe I went too far;
maybe you moved too slow;
maybe you reached the stars;
maybe I was too low;
but...
maybe I'll grow in time;
maybe I'll better know;
maybe I got what's mine;
maybe it's just me though.