February 11th, 2017

I was too weak to love you as I should've;
I beg of you, just one more chance.
I'm terribly sorry, mistress,
for offering nothing but a failed romance.

You fell for me, indeed,
but I was practically bored at the time.
Now I've fallen so deeply for you,
yet you refuse to let yourself be mine.

My heart shall never again beat
if you were to die a day too soon.
Without you, I'd be a living corpse
of misery, failure, and gloom.

I was as gentle as I could be,
but not all trophies need to be displayed.
Her love for me was put away,
and I wish it would've stayed.

I cry whenever I want to tell her,
the thought just breaks me apart.
Why did I leave her?
Why did I break my own heart?

I do not deserve to be her love,
for I couldn't even save myself.
My love for you is deep, my Angel,
so I swear to never put you on that shelf.