It was something about the weather, cool breeze blowing through hot air. But when one is in the wrong end of the spectrum, they don’t seem to care. And I loved you, I still do too. Still I was surprised to learn that you had decided to return the favor, for I did not know if it was what I deserved. I was always deemed unlovable by the ones who had, voluntarily, decided to love me.
And when I emerged I was perched in the things that you desired, but it was only luck. Wish I had known it then, that I was never meant to be the muse of your songs, the cause of your mid-sentence smile, the reason you hide your trembling lower lips..
Every indignation, every injustice that I endure now and in the future, for all you will be blamed; because you have deprived me of the one I loved.