have you ever experienced being in love with the person who says that you are someone he can never have, and you slowly learn to love hating yourself for there is this feeling like it's raining when it isn't because somehow tears are flooding in an open jail; where i held myself captive for i am a prisoner of my mind, haunted by the fears that i know will never hunt me down, still i mindlessly run as far as i can, wanting to realign the formations of the constellations that told us that we aren't meant for each other, for both of us already knew that the stars were falling like how both of us fell and, surely, the end will come in too. has someone already asked you what your weakness was and you straight up say that you're afraid of a mathematician who taught you the fundamentals and restrictions that math holds; that eleven will never be even, never will it be divisible by you, and that love has the strangest formula of time plus person equals to a vertex we never met.
