To Part

Lover,

There's no deader sound than that of our parting.

There's no sweeter ignorance than that when you used me. 

We both realized that love was a blinding myth.

We both knew that nothing would come out of it.

Still, we loved like there was nothing else in this world.

We loved like existence never counted our 10,000 words.

I love you, I hate you, I'm horribly infatuated by you. 

Our lives began depending upon the other. 

The breath of life could only be fulfilled by you, my lover.

You soon became my oxygen tank meant to suffer

We were both getting used to emptying out the other

I love you, I love you, I no longer need you

When we spoke those words, the world began to darken

I could hear pain in every corner that I could bitter fully hearken 

We knew that not too long our souls would begin to harden

There was nothing in this world that would give us mercy and pardon

I hurt you, I hurt you, I'm sorry that I loved you

I write this letter in hopes that our death can remind you

The word "we" and "you and me" is too far from what's true

That our sins against each other will never be obsolete

But at least we knew in the end, we nearly made each other complete

Love is like this, I could only bear you with me 

But I learned a little in life, that to be fulfilled

I needed to learn how to breathe.