Library lovers

The night that I met you, you turned this library into an ocean,
Matched it's tides to my heartbeat, made me feel like I was chosen
And in that moment the whole world moved in a simple harmonic motion
that gently rocked my heart to sleep without caring that it's already broken.

But now, I can't stand how the smell of dusty shelves still reminds me of you,
How even in the dead silence I can hear your voice falling through.
I've been forced to carry these books that have been long overdue
Out of fear that your lips will win me over once more, just like they used to.

Now, I'm afraid I will close my eyes and see with my touch
That I will shut my ears and hear with my lips.
Do I dare admit that I still yearn for nothing more than your kiss?

Was I too death to hear that the only rhythm you followed was your own,
Too blind to see that there was no place for me besides you on your thrown.
And I have to wonder, did you ever even love me or was it just a show?
Because every day I was pulling you tighter,all you wanted was to let go.