I left you,
Not the other way around.
I promised I wouldnât return,
Yet here I am, still yearning,
To be lost in you,
Drowned in the ache thatâs always true.
Itâs breaking meâ
You break meâ
In the sweetest of pains,
In the sharpest of stains.
Itâs all me, I know,
My fault, my choice.
Youâd tell me not to blame myself,
But how could I silence that voice?
I did this.
And now I wish to returnâ
But ...