német napsugarak - versek

Moving on

When I was full of love,
you were just simply full of shit.

And what did I do?

Prayed to the Gods to make you come back.

Like really?
Was I that mad, that my heart got so full of you
and there wasn't a place for me there instead?

I guess I was mad.
Madly in love with the thought of being loved by you.
But after you left:
Instead I found self-love and respect.