You killed my ego, I'm left wondering if that is
what philosphers are supposed to do, when someone
loves them for what they are, without expectations.
It's painful to realize now, you were carried,
but i was burried.

You killed our joy, as if I was not supposed
to feel it, maybe it was too light for you
and that's why you could only snuff it out.
Like a candle that shone a light, but you
let darkness cover us. I'm left wondering
maybe you like it more when it's dark, so
you can be alight and not be affraid, like
you seemed to be for that joy of presence.

And even, after all this hard work of giving
it a place to be, and honor your decission.

My heart, is still loving you.

Fré