We got close.
I liked you.

I told you my story.
I liked you more.

You told me your story.
I loved you.

You got a girlfriend.
You loved her.

I became more depressed.
I smiled for you.

You made me promise.
I promised.

You're just another person I will promise to get better for.
But that really just means that I'll hide it better next time.

I do not believe in love at first sight
for humans have the ability to wear a mask

However

I do believe in love at third sight (if that is something)
because that is how many times it takes to remove you mask

When you've reached the point
Where you can't even cry
And you don't feel anything anymore

It's more frightening
Than the most sorrowful of sorrows
Because it means you've given up

Maybe I’m not good with words
Or maybe there is none
That can portray precisely
The perfect being that’s standing
Right before my eyes
The way those eyes sparkle

When the beholder smiles.
Or when he laughs
One will not deny how contagious
That laughter is.
For I’ve known him long enough
To tell that
His comforting words have done
Just as good.

Behind those glasses are the eyes
That have looked right into mine
And let me believe
I can conquer mountains
Swim across the ocean
Fly among the fluffiest of clouds
Stand at the top of the world

I am fearless

Even at times I almost lose myself.

She walked through that door
With crumbled tiny flowers
In her pink palm

She buried those little petals
Near the stone
With his name
Engraved on it

She could no longer cry

Pale hands, white face
Ballet shoes and blood-stained dress

There was no soul inside

She fancied that shiny metal
And the red liquid so thick
Oozing from her innocent wrist
Under the dim light

She closed her tired eyes
Whispered his beautiful name
And drifted away to meet him.