My ego whispered that no one could love you as I did. You buried that ego without a word, simply by replacing me in ten days.
Why show me a world that was never mine to keep?
Why plant a garden in a soul you never intended to watch grow?
I tried to summon a storm of hatred for you, but my heart is not a storm cloud. It can only rain. So I cry for you, and make you cry inside me.
Our love was a scene from a vintage movie. The kind you replay in your mind, knowing the ending will not change, but hoping this time, you will see the moment it all began to fade.