You know,
What I honestly think?

I'm glad,
You did what you did.

Maybe it was,
Suppose to be this way.

You don't deserve,
To be inlvolved,
With the likes of me.

And I don't deserve,
To look at you.

Stolen,
And deprived,
Of your sight.

It proves when,
Even the lands,
Part and crack,
Beneath our footsteps.

That very land,
Continent,
Detestes us,
Shames us.

So I'm glad,
My rune.
I'm-

So tired
Of wishing
For what couldn't be.
Wondering
Why you did
What you did.
...