Have you ever kissed someone and breathe in their air,
And at some point those lips became the only reason you wanted to breathe,
And it was inevitable that
he would ever leave?
Was it my fault to become addicted to fire?
And these scars,
Was this the cost of his love?
Burning of despair I could have prevented,
If only I never let you in.
I close my eyes just to feel you again.
And I can't help,
But wonder will this love ever spark again?
YOU ARE READING
A diary to the man I loved
FantasíaWhy does the beginning always feel like heaven and the end like hell?
