Exist

I was lost until I found you,

And then our love grew.

Maybe their was a tiny space,

Which they called "friendzone".

She won the race,

The race to your heart,

Which she thought was made of stone.

I was a bit slow and naive,

I should have been brave,

Brave enough to handle it when you leave.

Wish you'd have given me a bit of time to grieve,

To understand what was tearing me apart,

That was the thing which was breaking my heart.

We might have cleft,

I wish to make this time stop.

But when you left,

They also assumed that we "broke up".

All I need is some help,

And all I can see is mist.

Sometimes being lost is the best way to find yourself,

And now I'm lost in a world that doesn't exist.