Just a Memory, Not Your Misery
You told me it wasn’t too late
that I could still mend the cracks.
But it feels like I’ve been losing you
long before the truth escaped your lips.
Only God is my ally now,
and to Him I surrender everything,
so I can have your love
back again.
How did I become your misery?
How did my words turn empty?
How did I become… this?
All I wished
was to be your everything,
but it turns out
I was never enough.
You never found
what you needed the most.
If I disappeared in this lifetime,
maybe it would be better
so I’d only be
a memory,
and not your misery.
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