and in years, in wasted times apart
I hear and see you whenever I want to feel alive
despite the life, and dynamic flow, and the people around
you are still the only one
I care about
as I feel the flames inside
consuming me and the flesh
I turn my gaze away ignorantly
"for the better" - they said
and I wonder, what's the use for that "better"? when I smell my skin burn
when better was around you, with you,
when present felt like true gift and not
a day after day spent in weep
I visit you leaving no trace, words keft unspoken
since its "for the better".
better in which I shan't love you again
I will write this to you and erase it just for the same
"better"
because I shan't have words for you.
I will think, and thousands of "may"s will pass through my mind
only for me to turn away ignorantly from you
again, "for the better"
how is betterment achieved?
if path to it is filled with shattered hopes
and feelings dulled deliberately
I don't believe and I won't decide for
what's better for me
the choice already made, and answer for it hides
in lines of your smile, in glimpse of your eyes