Once upon a time, buried under dust and grime, happily ever afters,
Laid withered roses on my abandoned grave, a beautiful disaster,
The passerbys came and went, some grieving, some thereafter,
Some kicking stones over my burial, some leaving letters.

And there was you, a little futile attempt to force me awake,
A bit of CPR, a gentle tug, and a little shake,
Til I thought I was alive for a moment again,
Only to realize you've been doing it for everyone else.

In my little cavern, I knew I had no one except loneliness,
Nothing to give, too much to take from this shrouded mess,
And when someone mocked at the ruins of me, over my funeral,
You just stood and watched, too caught up in grief, in selfishness.

You didn't care, you didn't bother who came to my grave,
With flowers in hand, or with resentment and hate,
And so I took you as another passerby, a smudge of fate,
All I could do with the remnants of us was to watch it fade.

My hands crossed over my body, like a promise to never leave,
But only to keep. I couldn't get why this meant to be just couldn't be,
What was love to you again? A precious yet shareable intimacy?
Or tell me if I was reading it wrong all along, and you really wanted me?

I would've loved your covetousness, I was actually one,
And yes, we were mirrored reflections, but in a way like antonyms,
Tossing and turning in my grave, haunted by our demons,
That I should've exorcised when I was breathing before I was undone.

You wanted to be the one but with the intrusion of everyone else,
In my own cemetery, where I was buried dead,
I had left myself for us, and it was us that you left,
I guess this was the last page, the ending was really an end.

So this is a eulogy, of the ashes and the remnants of us,
I'll forever wither away restless, and you with someone,
With your name engraved on my gravestone but not you,
Over the engraving of my existence, I've no choice but to always love you.