“I don’t deserve this from you.
When did I ask for all of this to come through?
Yes I saw you there, in the sun
and instinctively I ran to the warmth.
It’s just I associated the loss of a ton of pain with your gentleman’s form.
My heart is a cowering guilty creature,
my pride is an indifferent glance, a distorted feature.
Young god, who am I chastise your choice? I am the mistake you keep making.
I am the one who demands your presence and silences your voice. I have absolutely nothing, how could I go on faking?
As a friend, I advise you leave to this wasteland.
As a heart I beg for another wait.
As a lover I want to promise next time will be true,
but I’ve seen your greatness. I don’t deserve you.”