I wrote chapters of us,
Hoping and dying it would lasts,
We were happy at the beginning,
I love writing, and you love leaving.
I'm fire, he is earth,
A sapphire since birth,
His soul all over the pages,
Our hearts from those cages.
We lost the spark in the middle,
Showed you cards, yet you aren't ready to gamble,
You saw how my hands trembled,
“Don't leave me like this.” I mumbled.
I reached the end of our page,
Our love was a siege,
Our tales will remain on this paper,
Drunk, lost, bitter memories that will never be sober.
We aren't fit for the epilogue,
I'm done with my monologue.
