"Why did you give up?" you asked.
"It's my way of loving. I could have kept you in me, but I know you wouldn't be this happy"
I must be a masochist for telling you the opposite, I must be crazy for wanting to hear that you still love me, you're still waiting on me. That after all this time I'm still passing your mind; the subject of your art and still the chills in your spine.
"It's a selfless act, If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't see this another love unwrapped"
And just like that, you shattered me into pieces, blew up the candle before my wishes, and with a smile I assured you a healed heart, a hypocrisy you can see from a mile, a love that is so strong yet futile.
