This was unfair of me.
It was unfair of me to believe in you.
It was unfair of me to surround you with my love.
It was unfair of me to ask you to be mine.
It was unfair of me to believe in your words.
It was unfair of me to love you as much as I did.
It was unfair of me to fight for you every single day.
It was unfair of me to believe someday you’d come and make it all ok.

When all is fair in love and war,
The only thing that remains is keeping score.
That late night, into early morn,
Ignited a spark that I could not ignore,
You left your hat that very same day,
You said it was a sign, that you wanted to stay.
These moments of convenience balanced against your come-here-now-go-away,
Is why you breakdown, attack, enter the fray,
Upon hearing the words that I believed in your goodness,
That I loved that you loved me.
But buried away we must stay.
Memories scattered like ashes on internment day,
An act bittersweet.
As it’s you who return, faceless, to the street.
Face the facts, I must,
What once stood hundereds of stories tall,
Has disentigrated, into the vapor, into the dust.
The only bond left, my tears and your rust.
This is our encore, our requim,
If anything, you ever felt at all,
It was my self, my love, that came back from the fall.
And the whole time I wondered where was the call?
Where was the moment we’d rise above it all?

There was no moment.
There was only my pain.
There was only my love.
There was only my hope.
There was only my belief.

My words and my heart were true,
these things were once meant for you,
never did they return to begin anew.