Sometimes I think of love stories as ghosts,
once real, once alive, now haunting us in books and songs.
Maybe they did exist at some point, maybe someone, somewhere, felt something so deep and true that they wrote it down, hoping the world would remember.
But now?
It feels like those stories were only illusions, painted too beautifully to ever belong to this world.

the internet ruined love

I don't want to know why you suddenly left. I don't care for your reasonings. All I wanted was you, but you vanished.
I would go out in the the pouring rain for you just to make sure you're okay and yet you were the whole time.
You loved me temporary and I love that small time we had but I can't ever allow you back in if you were to crawl back as if nothing happened.
Maybe I wasn't meant to love... but sad thing that I learned is there's so many monsters who get to love and so many hidden gems, fallen angels that don't get to be loved... life isn't fair

my heart screams like a drum when you are near…

i cry to what we could’ve shared if you didn’t leave me…
(please come back)

where you perhaps just a dream..?
(i knew it was too good to be true)

i wish i had smile lines, not frown lines…