He provided the tools...
for my failure.
I went through every trial.
Lost my way once in a while.
Suppose what I really lost was his love.
He set the traps.
Wanting to remain miserable I guess.
Didn't really love me.
But I loved him.
From the deepest depths of my soul.
He just wouldn't come out into the open.
And let it show.
In a way that I could truly know.
So I just sat back and watched him go.