you had said:

"do you know, that the beginning of something is the beginning of its end? "

yes i know.

i know that happiness is the beginning of an upcoming trauma

life is the beginning of gradual death

i know, that our skins are rotting day by day, if you peel off my skin layer after layer, vein after vein, shed the blood, remove the cells, you'll reach the organs

my lungs, which purify the inhaled air, just to live to see you

my stomach, to be filled with the butterflies which take birth at your sight

my brain which had tried to stop me several times from murdering all the possibilities (chances) i could have had with you

and

my heart, to provide you with endless love, to defend my love for you, when my brain tries to fight, worried

but this heart is weak, it can't keep on loving you forever,

you are the art that my heart is incapable of keeping safe, the wandering muse to the paths which have been leading me astray for years;

this heart (mine) is not strong enough to fight, for you, with you

(that is why i had always wanted you to fall in love with someone better, someone with a stronger will, a braver heart)

i think the love i have for you is too big for my he[art]

i won't live for too long

i'll take my leave, soon

soon enough