His

His conviction made me tremble
His words poured through the phone like a black plague
It increased the throbbing in my temples
and it made our supposed future more and more vague
Honey, I overestimated us and what we had
I loved you like the world loves power
But that makes this love much more bad,
coming with sacrifice and makes sweetness sour
The first "I love you" came when we were found out
I never meant for bad things to happen
And make you wonder what I was about,
in the end making the enforcers win
For us to be apart is what I never wanted,
But in the end, what we had is just forgotten

[Inspired by the end of us.]