Quite like you

I never believed in black magic.
Until i witnessed this illusion that you were deeply rooted in.
Locked in the eyes of another.
Even as i urgently stood right in front of you.

Timing has never been very good to me. 
Because i always fall back.
Trying to recalculate my words.
They way they fell from my mouth.

I promise that my capabilities of hurting you have wilted away.
The room in my heart is  more vacant than ever.

Because even after all this time 
I have never loved another
quite like you...