The way you told me I was the one.
The way you said I was that unique star in your life.
The way you used to stare at me, making me believe your affection wasn't simple and weak.
The way you touched my soul from the afar, making me wonder how could it be possible that someone could ever make me feel like a cleared sky.
The way you never made me question about loving you more I could ever love myself.
The way you stood up at night in my head, taking my sleep, making me dream.
The way you got close to heart, filling it up with that pretty nonsense words that for me were art.
The way your presence made me tremble little much more I would prefer.
The way you made me believe you were mine.
The way you raised your pinky promising that we'd built a home the way I wanted afar the town.
The way you lied with beautiful eyes on mines.
The way you let me down every single hour you took from my time, wasting it in stupid excuses for not hanging out around.
The way you made me feel not pretty enough, not smart at all, not sure of myself Infront of the ones you loved.
The way you made me feel my love was never enough.
The way you took my butterflies away, taking my sense of breath, living me with out any oxigen, ruining it all over again.
Because the way you were, made me believe that only giving love and not being loved was okay.
