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autumn of 2021; our downfall

autumn of 2021; our downfall

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park hanbin

my love, don't you miss the day we'd sneak out, completely breaking the rules that were set? after all, you'll say rules are meant to be broken. i didn't think much of it until that very night.

you'd tell me you love me with a smile in your face and pulled out a kitchen knife, stabbing me in the back. you'd tell i was okay when in fact i was filled with anguish, like your heart filled vitriol.

october 13th two thousand and twenty; that night you came hone quiet, i finally knew why i did what i had to do. you said all the wrong things and i held onto you too tightly, no escape. you were a master manipulator, my sweet escaping, a guilty satisfaction.

i never stopped trying because i thought maybe you just might, say your sorry and admit your loss. our crestfallen glee came to an end, you played the victim while committing the crime. i pulled the knife you engraved in my heart, twisting it, watching your euphoric face turned with horror as your gaze fell onto my ocean filled eyes, overflowing with salt water. do you finally know how it feels to be hurt by you?

lugubrious i say, you found ways to love alone, it's pointless for me to stay. run away i might, you knew i couldn't,

i've tried,
i've tried,
i've tried,
i've tried for so long,

but i was shone by your alluring eyes, it pulls me in, love in the air all over again.

our idyllic reminisce of each other had came to an end. perhaps both of our heart had failed to attend. what was once shinier than a shining star in the night sky is now greyer than november skies. you knew damn well, i would've pity cried for your perfect crime.

the pit in my heart grew larger and larger, singing the song i dedicate to you in front of the whole world, which i had promised to kept our little secret. i find myself looking for your figure in the midst of crowd, i'd tell you i miss you, but i don't know how.

after all of the hurt you caused me, my love for you never changed.

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