We tend to keep on holding to something that is impossible to be grabbed...
We get our hopes up.
We feel pain.
I guess love is pain.
We never understood how much it hurts
until you felt it too.
We never know how much we are willing
willing to sacrifice for our loved one.
We could even conquer death just for them.
But why?
Is my efforts not enough?
When did it all went so chaotic?
Don't leave me.
You left.
You left me paralyzed,
no cure, no rehab for me.
Funny that you got the nerve to keep asking me.
You've cut deep through my heart,
like a thousand knives stacked inside me.
How I've been loser,
you're the victor in this pageantry
but the only trophy you deserve,
catastrophe.
I'd rather we be dead to each other
no eulogies said for each other.
No "rest in peace"
the memories got my chest in pieces.
I'm praying that your eyes are the first to go.
The way they looked when you smiled
the way they opened and closed.
And your nose, every single breath against my neck.
Then your lips, every empty promise made and said
please fade to black but the nightmares come back.
Forget a promenade.
Let's juggernaut,
down memory lane.
I leave no thought,
but my mind's alive to the slaughter house.
I'm taking my pain and burden.
It's time to sever my brain from my heart and soul.
My knees are burning hot,
but God is cold.
God, why do you have to punish me like this?
I've been told, one day you'll know too much of heaven's a sin.
After the show,
show of love,
it's only hell that it brings.
So take it slow and let time heal everything.
They say that time flies,
but you keep breaking its wings.
Cause you'll never fade.
Please fade to black.
Loneliness. Emptiness.
Coldness. Darkness.
Just like my heart, when you left.
The person who's reading this letter,
the beloved one burst into tears.
The pain of knowing that its now too late.
The statements, the sentences and the words may seem vague to many,
but as for the beloved, it explains everything there is to know.
It clarifies all the misunderstandings,
the misconceptions of their past tragic love. All there is left to do is cry and regret,
realizing that no matter what, time can never be bought back.
All I loved.
I loved alone.
Words that is written in Greek, in which the beloved one hadn't known before.
It's gone now.
Why?
if only.............
