its not that i lost you as a lover

but its that i lost any sense of peace

i lost all sight of still water

i lost sight of any chance of being seen

breaks my heart how our chances be wasted like all our potentials

that grew almost as big as our egos

now just rolls down like the snow beneath our feet

you left the touch of yours, letting it linger as you portray yourself as midas

come to find out your as bad as those who claimed themselves as

the study of alchemy spread across your table

how could someone like you be able to wash the red off of me with the gold you call certainty

now you sell that story for the masses to consume

just to come back to the scent of my perfume

that never left the side of your coat, forever

though you’ve lost me as a lover