I understand how much
I don't mean a thing to you,
regardless of the wasted
oath I've spilled for you.

Whispered under cold breath,
I lie there for you.

I had understood now.

I was never going to meet you.

You were an illusion that I had wished to never encounter. One of the many things I needed; yet lacked in proximity. It was all so pitiful, but I kept going. I thought that if I achieved self-control and took every thought and breath u could hold on you, that you'd at least turn to me just once. But no. Like I always say, anything is impossible. Even achieving giving love. Those things just get blurred out.

—NOTVANTE