'I prayed this was one of my smaller mistakes.'

It all seemed as fundamentally real as deepfakes

Consistently driven by the purest of intentions

Sustained by a cycle of denial and reflections

Unfortunately, history cannot be unwritten

The direction we took after we were so smitten

A wrong turn here, a wayward thought there

I really believed in love, it was all meant to be fair

Overlooking that the same theory applied to war

If it somehow was enough, we’d still want more

Perfection, a myth that inevitably stifled us

Our truth, the only subject we failed to discuss

Missing you when you were stood next to me

Concealing it out of a warped desire to be free