Can you sever me from you without painting a portrait of agony?
You are often in woe and lack the spirit of poetry to ease you
Ever if the sun loses its light and the earth threatens to freeze
How should it be a tragedy of Eros before you could be free?

Who strayed before the fates decided that us as one was not destined to be?
If you were brave enough to speak what you thought before acting upon a slip of the tongue
This grievance could've been avoided, and I would be blind to the pitiful view you create

Do you not understand the want of isolation?
Do you not understand the damage you have done?

Can't you separate your path from mine without groveling at my feet?
You look pitiful and like a child that thinks he has done no wrong
Ever if the waters of the world dry and bereft us of water to drink
How would it be a tragedy of Eros if you refuse to be free?

Who strayed before the fates decided that us as one was not destined to be?
If you were brave enough to speak what you thought before acting upon a slip of the tongue
This grievance could've been avoided, and I would be blind to the pitiful view you create

You acted as though your mouth was sewn and your hands were broken
You acted as a spoilt child who thought he wasn't the cause of it
Your couplets were sloppy and your image lacking
But I cared not, and I admit my fault of not correctly judging character

Who strayed before the fates decided that us as one was not destined to be?
If you were brave enough to speak what you thought before acting upon a slip of the tongue
This grievance could've been avoided, and I would be blind to the pitiful view you create

You could've prevented my stint of grief, but I have found relief
Yet you linger in front of a closed door as though you could prompt it to open