We blame the storm

for blowing us apart 

but did we hold hands?

You hate my dagger

but tell me

 why did you turn your back?
You are right

The fault wasn’t yours

I was always on the otherside ,

Looking through the glass

May be I shouldn’t have let you

Keep me like a butterfly

In your glass jar



Aren’t we all afraid 

that it’s all going to end

before we are ready

for the curtains to drop

and we will never find out

what happens next

but we almost did,

Aren’t  we all terrified  of missing,

Where we close our fists around it

but open them and find nothing ,

Almosts are hauntingly painful

I think she never loved me

is better than she almost did

I think she never was mine

is better than she almost was