The Kites and Butterflies.

I can not promise myself forever,
but I am working on now

I am fighting in this battlefield,

aka life, environment, day by day

There is light at the end of nothing

and there is something in the middle of nowhere

There is salvation in the form of love

of who loves you really

the one who left you did not love you enough

as you deserve

as you expected

as you loved

and no, it is not your fault

you tried, you changed, you loved too

he just loved on his way of loving 

now all you can do is to keep this love

inside a chest, not the one of the heart, not your own

a chest full of ending wonders that you forgave and left behind

always with one eye open over your shoulder on them

just paying attention, once delighted.

no more these kind of sighs

no more that caress on my thighs

we have to get used now to our own kind of highs

chase for our well matter, the kites and butterflies

So I know that I loved,

So I know that I lived.

and to the next deary:

I can not promise you forever,

but I am working on now.