wee words.

I think this is how it’s meant to be.
My conscience stained with a part of you.
I think this is how it ends.
With the end at the beginning,
And us beginning where it ends.
So while I try so hard not to fall into a pitch black hole.
The truth is plain to see.
My every wish is fulfilling,
But your every intention is leaving,
So how do I catch up to you?