Losing a love while holding still so tight
Knowing some things are meant to never be right
Leaving a thick black fog on my binocular eyes
Hoping you're still there under this haze of lies
Being my first you were so sadly my learning tool
Believing to still be your love, but who can I fool
Wondering with little chance of complete forgiveness
Pondering my next move in this game of human chess
Praying that the inside of my covers were misread
Writing the new chapters with the tears and the blood I bleed
Needing a revision of myself and a proofread
Getting republished and putting to bed all my greed
Liking my change more than changing my likes
Loving you for the re-read and seeing past the wasted times