Ended

I bit the bullet, struck the match
thinking this was our last dance
And I don't know what it means
to be together anymore
and I can't see past the rose tinted glasses
shattered on the floor
but it's fine
we never really had our time

I'm stuck in hypotheticals
in the fiction of each story
past the book's last page
past the author's last day

and I don't know what it means
to be in love anymore
I can't get past your glassy expressions
once you'd left this world behind
and given up on me