If I stayed then, I would have become nothing but a memory existing 6ft under the ground.

You tuned the music, I danced, wore myself out and left the floor to you.

I sat quietly on the sidelines so that you get to face the music you tuned for me on the dance floor.

I knew you won’t be able to take the truth, and certain that it won’t be detrimental for you I kept it to myself.

I forgot my heart and how that choice was detrimental to it. I buried myself while breathing.

I chose to love and I stood by that choice to my last breathe.

So here is my side of the story, I died alive, hoping that you’ll never find a key to that grave.

And hoping that in the next love life I’ll still have a soul.