the lovers tarot card was reversed for the both of us.

apparently you loved me quietly,

i wanted you to do it vehemently,

all i desired was a daily tale where you hoisted publicly my love as a proud nationalist flag

and have the whole nation adoring our idyllic story,

but you never decided,

you always delegated,

that's how you washed your hands of us

so thereby none of the mistakes were your fault,

such a clever move,

i assume it's written in the guide of treacherous wise men,

and i hope you pardon me for not being so visionary,

you tagged me as foolish as well as naive,

now, all of sudden, i implore you to set me free,

i'm jaded of all this machiavellian scene,

the ghosts who haunted you and me

are the hosts of our final judgement and take the last scream,

no winner, no loser, it’s a draw,

no hunter, no victim, lay down the ten swords,

but oh Lord, why am i the only one who’s demolished?

you said you adored me before, so why are you standing there so soulless?

now my silences are louder than the blasts of our crystal stained-glass palace,

on my knees picking up pieces of the memories we used to build,

forthwith they are just torn smithereens,

i guess the lovers tarot card is reversed for us forevermore...

our past, present and future,

so defeated,

so shredded,

so disheartened.