Lie, and convince yourself to love yourself in the way you believed that he/she was all you’d ever need.
I’m still waiting.
Have I given you enough of the story?
I’ve decided that I owe my life to the breeze,
and I owe my sanity to the beatings of the dawn
—the light’s joyful transition from mellow Moon
to furious Sun.
To elaborate, can you feel the transitions of my life,
and can you see the emergence of Spring
—soft showers, and flowers flaunting their lives?