Why of all souls, you had to be the chosen one

Why of all souls, you had to be the chosen one, But without you, these verses would have never seen the light of day. You’ve stolen a shard of my essence, now shackled in the cuffs of your hands, I ask, will you keep it as a trophy or cast it into the abyss of forgetfulness? You’ve maneuvered the strings of my heart, my love for you was a drama, I let you turn me into your puppet, Even if my fate was to resemble Romeo's tragedy, You, like a ventriloquist, breathed into me alien words, without an echo of truth. Will you acknowledge my fruitless efforts? Or will you embrace the lie, allowing the truth to fade in the shadow? I wanted to etch your name on the canvas of the rain, But my tears came too late, when my soul was already a tomb. My thoughts continually search for you, a traffic light ignored in the race of life. You’ve painted your words on the canvas of my soul, a distorted portrait, Hoping that in the end, in the epitaph, you would find a trace of seriousness. Your gaze stirs my gravestones, perhaps looking for a spark of beauty, But in my memory, you remain forever that unreal woman, queen of a lost kingdom. Among the graves of the world, some simple, others grandiose, I’ve ceased to weave words for you to distort, My emotions, once like a tempestuous ocean, now just a tranquil pond. You were my dark dream, but not one to truly hate. In this theatre of solitude, where I was only a supporting actor, Under your spell, I danced as you wished, until the curtain fell, And I was left alone, on an empty script, far from your deceiving lights. In the silence that follows, I write my own epitaphs, In the memory of a love that melted away like smoke in the air, Even in this separation, I keep you as a pale shadow, A phantom teaching me how to love, how to lose, and above all, how to find myself again.