She loves me, she loves me not...
My withering flower petals are
Gone.
The last one has been
Plucked, and still I know the truth.
You ran off.
You forgot me.
You did everything I
Told you to do,
And yet I wish
You hadn't.
For once, I wanted to be
Rebuked.
I wanted you to
Yell,
And tell me you wouldn't leave.
Tell me you would
Stay, and never
Leave.
But you didn't.
You ran to the gondola,
With him rowing,
And there's nothing I could do but
Watch.
So, tell me,
What would have happened
Had you stayed?
Could you have been
Happy
With me?
Or even just
Content?
No; of
Course not.
You would never be
Content with me.
You were made
To love him.
I was made
To love no one.
They taught me to
Hate,
Taught me not to love.
Why didn't I
Listen?
Shunned, shunned
The world
Shut me out.
But not you.
You called me your
Angel;
But you were always
Mine.
Inside,
I'm nothing but a
Monster,
Just an
Angel cast into
Hell.
I was never worthy of redemption.
Heaven's too far gone for
Me,
And I'm sure Saint Peter would
Shun me away with one
Look.
But you.
You never saw my
Flaws.
I made sure
Not to let you.
I made sure you
Believed the façade.
And for a while,
You did.
And for a while,
Everything was
Perfect—
As perfect as I
Dared let it.
And,
For some reason,
I thought
Hope just might not have been
Too far away.
I don't know why
I let myself believe
A lie.
Because then,
That night
On the rooftop,
With the man,
I heard
Everything.
Everything.
Your voice was
Beautiful then,
And I reveled in my
Creation inside of
You.
Those two voices,
Entwined
Telepathically, in some old
Song,
Rang out into Paris on that
Piercingly cold night.
"Say you love—,"
Him.
Not me.
You never loved me.
Just like
I never hated you.
I couldn't hate you.
I can't.
Even as I am
Dying,
I'm dying
Because of you,
I can't
Hate you,
Because I still
Love you.
And I know I always will.
She loves me, she loves me not...