But I was yours..

As I stand at the edge of time,

I embrace the end.

I haven't lived with regret,

I wont end it so.

I've done what I could,

What I should.

I persisted, ploughed along your plan.

I made no mistakes,

But I was yours.

I was the flaw.

I was the smudge in your painting,

I didn't smudge it.

You painted me.

I want my canvas,

Colours I can call my own.

I'll sketch every detail

And live in that world.

Mist surrounds me,

"What do you desire?" She asks.

"Change." I say no more.

And as I stand at the edge of time,

I embrace the end

Of us.