We used to be twisted in this thing called lust. Then I became clumsy disturbing your fake peace. Somedays I created a new throne and you would sit high smiling. Then sometimes I would look up and you would have your back to me. Even though I stayed flying by your side you were focused on something else. I wasn’t enough and couldn’t do enough to keep you . Often I look back realizing I brought a storm that you wasn’t ready for. No matter the day I tried to bring you back to me then you shut down. The good times that come to mind make me blind to the pain. Then here it comes like every time, the reset.