you hurt me like stabbing with a sharp knife
even if we don’t contact like eye to eye
you give me the strongest guilt
I could ever build
even without criticising me directly
it can’t ever excuse me any better
I’d dare even to say… you in general
are whose that sue me the worst
like I’m that man who hurt you the most
I’m judging myself like judging the criminal
it’s us both forgetting i wanted to be your “hero”
but you’ve mirrored me with me in my own mirror
how dared I to be distanced even worse
that all my damned love have finally lost
I’m writing a poem to you in English again
to see you and remember how I failed to catch you
to see how my love have messed it all up though
to see what a bastard I am in the end.
I’m really sorry, my little white dove
I’ve ruined us both with my ruined love.
valkyrie/akkosia
