it was an epic tale
but it was not a love story
and you weren't okay with that.
we were not a love story
but i thought our tale was still worth telling
apparently you didn't.

you're trying to blame me for what happened between us, saying i broke your heart, but don't you remember? the last time i saw you, you told me you'd give me space, but the only space i wanted was the universe within your mind.

fernweh is a german word that means to be a homesick for a place you've never been, so i wonder what you call missing someone who was never yours.

i was a match.
and i hated myself.
i hated myself because i was never lit with a passionate fire.
then came you.
and good God in heaven.
when you lit me up, my fire was red and scorching hot.

i was a match.
and i loved myself.
i loved myself because because i was finally something.
but i really only loved you.
and good God in heaven.
i was finally beautifully burning with a purpose.

i wanted fire.
i wanted to feel.
and you made me feel the flames, the happiness i never knew.
i wanted fire.
i wanted to love.
and you made me feel intense emotions i had never experienced.

i was a match.
and i burnt out.
i burnt out and i was no longer your shining light anymore.
i was a match.
and you left.
because the fire you created left me singed and ash-black.

i was a match.
and when my flame died.
so did our love.

and as i let the  smile fall off my face, i don't know if i've stopped feeling like myself or if i've started.