I fit my hand into yours, your fingers interlocking with mine.
You told me that my hand fit rightfully in yours.
We followed some heavily traversed path, made by others before.
The future you unrolled before me, a fate that I abhored.
But I let my body toll along, my mind in other places.
You never knew the girl of whom you risked fate with.
Warnings were signaled to you from me but you just wouldn't have it.
Then, without a warning, for you did not notice, I fell to my knees.
I would not budge, I would not move, not an answer nor a tear.
You cursed my name and kicked my frame but left me without bruises.
Ultimately, I pushed you away, splitting our paths from per chances.
With a sigh of relief and an old grin of defeat, I could once again breathe.
Well, you told me that my hand fit rightfully in yours.
But if that were so, then why was my hand never comfortable placed within yours?
I said love while speaking lies for you weren't open for reason.
You cried lies with your tongue well trained for false tales of love.
And I could never really set apart the lover from the liar.
But from this end, all I can say is thank God the game is over.