My tears mixed with the water streaming down from the shower.
I'm crying silently while I try to maintain my pain.
My anger is on the edge of exploding.
The kind of anger that's there because I had hope.
I'm in love with you
I fell bad for you.
But you're in love with her.
Hiding the truth was also one of your lies.
You said you wanted to protect me.
You said you didn't want to hurt me.
Six million tears, six million knives drawn in and out of my already bruised flesh.
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It's three past midnight and still... Hundreds of thoughts are twirling around in my tired brain.
I try to shut my eyes and force myself to sleep.
But all I'm gaining is those past memories of us talking and laughing, those past memories of promises and truths, of the butterflies gut feeling and a happy pure soul.
I spent 2,3,4 hours at the edge of my open room window, replaying everything in my memories.
Our walks, our jokes, our goodbyes and our first hello.
I don't want to lose home.
All I can say is that I can't lose my only friend who gave me the feeling of what home is.
I can't lose you now...
Because I might lose myself too..
Because I just realized that losing you as a friend hurts a thousand times more than losing my feelings for you.
~ Hope gives you the will to fight ~
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Black Ink, White mind (#1)
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