Probably, it was me.
I was the one who
mistook everything.
Everything for love
when it was meant to
be nothing from the
beginning.
Oh yes, it was me.
I was the one who
let you enter my
heart like a stealthy
thief and made you
a home that was no
one else's but mine.
Your intention was
always to steal and
you so did.
You stole my home
and left me homeless
you gained my love
and left me loveless.
Neither did I gain nor
did you, except my love
that was nothing and
except for my home that
is just a desolated part of
a dried off flower, it's
n o t h i n g.
The mistake was mine
I let you enter, and I let
myself fall to never rise
again, the mistake was
mine for I let myself fall
in love with you.
