There are days I think about life,

I think about Love, laughs and our faults.

And I don’t know which one of us was wrong.

But there’s betrayal I feel.

Betrayal for myself.

For loving your faults more than mine.

For becoming your anchor and leaving myself to fall and shatter.

There are times though,

that I feel like I was just going with the flow.

The flow of our faults.

You were a the newest limited edition to all the mistakes there were on this earth.

You where a problem to be solved by someone else perhaps maybe God.

And I was a black hole breaking collapsing into myself.

The problem was that,

I thought I was better than you:

And I could save you.

But through that I betrayed myself.

Tainted myself with your infection and become a pandemic.

Now everyone around me is dying,

And those far away and getting farer

And now, I am alone.

Not knowing how to cure myself,

Because my healer is afraid to get infected too.