I had you and I lost you.
 No pain is greater.
 We died before we could flourish.
There was no divine intervention for us.
The cold truth freezes my mind.
You loved me in the worst way and I've grown to hate you in the best.
But every day a twinkling of you resonates.
 I embrace this thought then cringe at it.
My fear has come to life and took form in you.
I run to you while from you.
 But I guess that's the story of the phantom, who bewitched us to fall.