I learned to love myself, you said.
That with you, I learned I could be new.
Down to hell the stories went.
Down with the fire all possibilities.
Let us take it really slow, you said.
I wish I made you up inside my head.
That I told you what you are.
That I showed you what you could be.
Apart from the future that I could see.
Apart from the picture of you and me.
I somehow chained you to me, you said.
Perhaps those kisses were not dead.
Perhaps the memories have never fled.
But the now must come to an end.
Like the way I jumped off the train.
That moment hurt you, you said.
Three months would not need be long.
That is if I take arms and I be strong.
No one’s bound stay, at least not today.
At least you learned to love yourself.
Not many learn that lesson this way.
But you might learn to love me back, one day.