melancholy || ✓

f e e l

❝intoxicated with madness,

i'm in love with my sadness.❞

there was nothing poetic about him breaking her heart.

he promised that he'd never hurt her

but they were just empty promises.

he was never the one to keep his word.

her heart had been ripped out of her chest,

stomped on and destroyed,

just under a minute.

she loved him. she loved him. she loved him.

wasn't that enough?

she wanted to scream that he was so beautiful,

he was way more than she deserved,

how did an angel like him manage to fall in love with her?

whether the sun stopped rising,

or the rain stopped falling,

or the earth stopped rotating,

she'd love him.

but now he was gone and

she will exist, she will exist, she will exist,

until the end of the time.