I told myself there was no giving up on you;
That no matter what, there was a way to save you.
I believed it and it I meant.
And stopped believing in it I haven’t.
But now I know and now I admit,
The little something that deep within my soul hid –
That someone else’s will,
But my light isn’t enough to drink your darkness.
That with someone and someday it will,
But my soul is not enough to capture your fondness.
That my ink isn’t enough to capture your passion,
That another chapter will give you your communication.
I accept as true that you will be reborn,
But my eyes aren’t enough to see you past your downfall.