kindled.

My Reality......

There she goes collecting her jar of hearts not caring about the scar she'll leave.

Truning best friend into enemies
And friends into frinemies.

She keeps collecting hearts
Careful your heart might be next
She make you fall and then rip your heart out toss it to the ground like it meant nothing.

Even though she left a scar I keep on trying she no different from my mom and dad who never saw the real me and saw me as nothing.

So reality check, I woke up I'm back to fucking reality.

My eyes are open and clear She will be another reason why I shouldn't​ care.

If ever allow my heart to love again it would be my worst fucking nightmare.

-Enrique.