Times change

A few years back she called me
and told me
She is going to kill the beautiful thing we had
I said no, no, no.. and even though
One alone can't keep a relationship alive
I kept pumping all I had, trying to resuscitate it.

So it weakly existed .. sick though alive
Very sick and diseased, with tears and pain

And now she called me again
Said we could talk anytime
But I am used to this existence
I have nothing to talk about.

Post Script

All these years, I was the one blamed,
Well I have lived with what I did,
and now she must do the same.

Nothing succeeds like success.