Truth?

Questions in mind
Left unanswered
Is it better that way?
Is it better that way?

Is it my fault?
I felt the heat of burning fires
Even love will soon to expire
And I was a fool to believe

Your fault?
I guess not
Cause you told me from the start
That I cannot fill his part

His fault?
I don’t have much to say
Cause I don’t know him
Like a cop in every bad film

Questions that has different subjects
Questions that will pull you out of the pocket
Questions that I have
Questions that I have, but fuck it

I think it is left unanswered
For a certain reason
A reason I believe that doesn’t exist
Created by the figments of our imaginations

This whole poem
Is pointless
Like the ending part you gave
Words are not enough to save