Why do waves
Push the shore
Then pull it back
In an infinite cycle

We call it nature
When everything has a balance
We accept the pulls and pushes
We live as if its the norm

But when we love
We pull
And push
And pull each others strings

When it breaks
We call it pain

I just cannot believe how much I am NOT  affected by your duet with her
The room was dark and you were as handsome as ever
You sang with the most beautiful voice
You two sang Everything Has Changed
And I was totally so not affected
All I did was delete all of my Ed Sheeran songs
I deleted all of my Taylor Swift songs
And I most definitely did NOT spare your pictures with her
I was most certainly not affected
To the point that I tore your pictures with her
Covered her face with black ink
And burned all the pictures with your face

No, sir, I don't give a ****
And,
I am most certainly NOT affected

I wonder how it feels
To be none but yours
To hold your hand
To call you mine and I yours

I wonder how it feels
To kiss your crimson lips
To feel your burning touch

I wonder how it feels
To say I do
To none but you
On a warm summer night

I wonder how it feels
To fabricate a life
To build a home

I wonder how it feels
To find tears
In the brightest rooms

I wonder how it feels
To break
When you were sure
You were made of steel

I wonder how it feels
To be smelted
Yet again
To a form you never knew

I wonder
How i wonder
How it feels
To be loved by you

I have doubts, about us. Whether or not I chose right, or wrong. There are days I just give up and I find myself debating with my conscience if I should leave you or not. But I always end up crying, like a spoiled rich kid brat. Some days I reminisce. Some days are so full of nostalgia. But I guess I have to tell you soon. You deserve the honesty. The honesty when I say I feel cold and you're not my warmth anymore. The honesty in my eyes when I tell you goodbye and you ask me if there's someone else and I answer "no". Because it'll always be you, my love. Always you. I am so full of **** doubts and I want you to save me from this deep pit I've dug myself. But, I don't need you to save me, let me do it myself. I deserve the punishment. Because, my love, I've committed cliched crime of "It's not you. It's me." And never in the world did you deserve that. And I didn't deserve you.

So my love,
Here it goes


I don't love you anymore.


*Or do I?