As I slowly die in my mind, my heart aches because of you.We pretty much ended before we even begun.The late night conversations and "sincere apologies " kept me awake till early morning hours.All of this,is now nothing but a memory...more like fire that turned to ashes in a blink of an eye. Maybe I fell inlove too quickly. Maybe I fell...deep .
But now it's useless to talk about it.I can never revive dead roses,even though your thorns are pretty much still alive..but baby it is okay.Your stupid smile still exists -at the expense of mine. Don't you care,just a little? I am following your footsteps now,which you warned me about. You told me that I would start writing sad poems,just like you.The difference is - those bombastic words that make you feel like a man in your poems, they mean nothing to me.On the contrary, I can write the most simplified words but they would still make sense and have better meaning.Do not feel guilty. You did not break my heart, you simply removed the plaster on my wound and that hurt more than anything. My heart bleeds because I have grown to love you. I don't not hate you, I hate myself for falling for you.
