Everybody writes about love.
That's probably a good thing.
We all know it's been said before,
felt before, screamed, sung and hummed before,
so what?
Life's been lived before.
Fruit bowls have been painted before.
Delicacies have been cooked before,
but none of them really taste as good
as the ones that melt on my tongue.

I basket-ed my wounds
With the sole purpose of still being your friend
But all it did was made me feel swooned
Only hoping that this torture would end
As every second passes by; seeing you with her
My heart aches with profound jealousy
Why can't I stop loving further?
For this pain takes me day by day breathlessly...
Every image of you etches in my mind; sealed
I imagine your words to her being sweeter than wine...
I just wish that the devil was real
So i could purchase your love with mine

-fir.m

Nah, it's cool
I'm fine
You didn't stab me in the back
You'd never be that cruel

All you did was
Steal my spine
So I can't feel
Or stand up by myself

But here I am
I'm getting up again

And let me tell you
I can definitely feel
I hurt

But it's cool
You're fine
I hope you're happy though

Cuz I'm not