Something can to an end, the day you sat and said I was running from something
Your love had turned off, and you sat and contemplated me
You said I was a lot of different words, to a lot of different people
But I always knew that those were words you created in the midst of such people
I tried to help you see the truth, yet you thought you were betraying me, whilst
becoming much like the other rose, with whom you lose your scent beauty
And yet at times, I miss you in thought, or departing ways.
But I also see that you chose to go another way. My problem never lied
with the other, it lied with us losing our natural identity
to be the social expectation as is the moulded artificial other,
much like the other roses Serdar talks about who exist to make
roses who are their natural scent value themselves.
It hurts less everyday, and what was an investment, to make you realize
fades away, as I see everyone gets what they deserve.
As for the words with which you described me in 2008 and 2009, the ones you also used the last time I met you which had no scent, I quote Serdar, 'A rose is a mirror to another rose; when one looks at the other, she either sees her own scent or lack of it.'
