To you, you who started it all.
You were my first, the spark of fire, the spirit to the essence. What was, what is, what will be. i'm sorry for who i was; the years you knew me.
To you, once admired.
Years after the first one, I searched anew; what it was to love. You ushered me, new words and love, I had never been gifted before. You were the first stab to the heart, the first crack to sew up, the first fire to die out. Forgive my false hope in your sympathy; the years you knew me.
To you, my biggest wound.
Life played, life laughed, life led me to you. You who needed healing, you who gave a song, you and your smile. The love I gave you; was an experience I learned to the hearts bottom. Everything I gave you was taken for granted; all that I was; was thrown away. Sorry I wasted your time; the years you knew me.
To you, the innocent.
You gave me your best, your honesty, your innocence. Yet I neither woe nor cherish what we were. If times were different; if the gap wasn't so long. Perhaps; perhaps.
Sorry I couldn't be the one you deserved; the years you knew me.
To you, all over again.
We should never have met. Our moment, the time, everything we wrote. Much is dimmed. You who tried; you who ran away. You who didn't dare. Our moment was short, but you reminded me of all the love times before. Sorry I scared you; the years you knew me.
To you, You who took; that which was me.
When I first met you; I realized how hopeless I were. A hopeless romantic. You were the one, I gave my all, as our glasses met each other witlessly. You who stole my first kiss. You who needed comfort, love and loyalty; you who I loved the most.. But life plays.
We destroyed each other. We took apart the only happiness we found in what was us. The heart betrayed a thousandfold, you who held on to what little there was. Sorry I never gave you an ending; the years you knew me.
To you. My dear fractures.