You reached out, you touched my heart.
We grew, we worked on us.
We held so dear our shared galatea.
You said 'you understood me'.
It frightened me, I became panicky.
Forced to recede into my shell.
I hit you with guised anger, biffs of hatred.
Etwined souls disordered, threatened by fabricated acts.
Flicking light of intimacy quenched.
YOU should have listened to my plea for a truce.
The sonority of my bruised spirit,
Unable to stop what it regretfully started.
Then i Lost you...
My twisted sense of self-perservation.
I Lost you...
A part of myself, larger than is worldly possible.
You don't understand me, never will.
If time will go back, will find you a person of no consequence.