Impossible

Have you ever wondered about the nights I destroyed?

Suddenly you cut the rhythm I threw at you.

Then I would give you my last breath.

When you looked away, did you ever miss me?

I cannot distinguish the truth of your words.

Why do I find it so hard to understand life without you?

I wish to see every movement of yours, every day.

Tell me, is it pride or stubbornness that ruined us?

Or is it the lack of respect you showed me?

Were the excuses you made not enough?

Perhaps you should ask the old you about the days you no longer loved.

Every moment I stayed silent mingles with what I wrote.

Where I lost myself, my soul merged with yours.

I cry out to the verses, making you unmistakably clear.

Was this heart meant for you?

I am not in love with the impossible.