He was too busy hoping
\nshe\u2019d be the best for him.
\nHe omitted looking at his own flaws,
\noverlooking her need for him to be her other half.<\/p>\n
Each time she falls,
\nhe hopes she\u2019ll be fine.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll always be here for you.
\nYou\u2019ll always be mine.
\nI\u2019d do anything to make sure you are happy
\nbut I won\u2019t do what makes you happy if it makes me sad.<\/p>\n
You could call him mad.
\nBut being mad about you is a condition he doesn\u2019t mind possessing.<\/p>\n
Is being blinded by his love for you?
\nblinding him to how you want to be loved?
\nIs this obsessing?<\/p>\n
Do you see that he tried?
\nWhen still, you cried\u2026
\nThat you don\u2019t feel all his love\u2014
\nand yet he gave all that he has and all that he could give.<\/p>\n
He could not come to tell you
\nwhat colour or shape his love is.
\nRed or blue?
\nAll he knows is that it\u2019s true.<\/p>\n
I saw you. I see all you do.
\nIt is not in you that void I try to fill.
\nIt is in me.
\nI cannot set you free.<\/p>\n
Despite his love not being the one to fill your own void,
\nhe\u2019s grateful for you.<\/p>\n
You said you\u2019d meet each other halfway.
\nHe hoped that day is today.<\/p>\n
You came from different backgrounds.
\nYou found each other on what to him was foreign ground.<\/p>\n
Oh, he tried and he cried\u2014
\nbut you brought him to tears of joy.
\nHe vowed to keep you in his heart.
\nNo matter what or who. We\u2019d never grow apart.<\/p>\n
No matter what you do or where you go,
\nin your heart is the twilight that appears in his soul.<\/p>\n
You have the reason he lives.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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