Even if I reach the ends of the earth, even if I bow on my knees,
Would you even think of me, in the evenings, there are quiet and the mornings at ease?
There is part of me that is dying, rotting, and straying in the ounces of pain,
Yet here I am holding the last thread of my sanity, waiting to be engulfed by the existential bane.

Love in its purest form is devotion, like a moth to its illuminating flame,
Yet loving you felt like being thrown morsels of love and care, like it was all a game.
I gave you my heart and found pieces of it served,
To give with all I have, yet this is what I deserved?

To err is humane and to forgive is divine, 
Solace in its mirth often serves the faith that is on the line
With the all-consuming love that I harboured for you, now I let you go,
For now, I see you for who you are and not what the blinding dance of amour, my lovestruck eyes would show

A love that hurts is not the one you are meant to keep,
For love is healing, a promise to feel calm and not cry tears to sleep.
I deserve someone who loves my scars as much as they love my light,
Not a human who leaves me the first time when the depth of my pain bestows its sight. 

May our paths never cross again, may no road of my stride lead to you,
If love ever finds me again, may it find me in the light of
Evenings that are quiet and my depths of pain and joy I can gallantly show,
In the mornings at ease, where every scar of in its being of me, he proudly knows,
If love ever finds me again, may it find me in the beauty of my authenticity true.

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