For now, I've made it
Here I am at the finish line Thinking back to when we dreamed of this
Alas, we split in summertime. And your pure love, I did dismiss.
Yet now your lips are what I long to kiss.
Forgive my poor choice of words. As I write this, my heart's cut into thirds.
Longing to return to our once felt bliss.
You provided me with everything. But most of all, the will to succeed.
Which I agreed to achieve indeed. Yet so sadly, our love was left to retro-cede.
Kicking myself and only me for what's to be.
And from the start you knew, that you were for me.
I cried and contemplated life without you Shooting myself in the foot, or setting myself free.
Boiling up to my feelings hitherto. The only worthwhile thing I threw away was you.
So now memories of you only evoke regret That I offset at the bar trying to forget
What I saw as happiness in your now fading silhouette.