We were the orange tree,
Amongst the green leaves.
We were the ugly duckling,
In a pond full of white ducks.

We were bitter espresso,
In a cafe of caramel lattes.
We were the violin,
At an EDM concert.

We were different,
We were unique.
We were happily depressed,
In a world driven by happiness.

We were forever in love,
With an expiry date.
We were mentors of life,
When neither wanted to live.

We were always meant to die,
To become a better you and I.
We were always meant to be different,
When the world was looking for the same.

It would always be,
As it was intended to be.
A bittersweet good-bye,
Onto the next phase of life.

One of the scariest things about life,
Is when it's all going right,
There's only one way for it to turn.

The thing about good times is,
That it makes you blind to any other reality,
Good times last forever,
And then they don't.

Time, is stolen from you,
Love, is ripped away,
People, are snatched from your existence,
And all you can do is watch.

Good times have an ominous way,
Of finding the perfect timing,
They know when they're needed the most,
And they know when to hurt you the most.

But the opposite of good times isn't bad times,
It's a void.
A lack of existence of anything or anyone,
It's a world in limbo,
Spinning at twice the speed.

Bad times are manageable,
The end of good times...is the end.

Is it wrong,
To not ask why,
To listen to my moans,
And just hear me cry.

Is it wrong,
To feel alone sometimes,
To be left in the dark,
Without wanting any light.

Is it wrong,
To want to cry,
To just need a shoulder,
With no reasons why.

Is it wrong,
To occasionally hate life,
To want nothing more,
Than the solace of the quite.

Is it wrong,
To lobotomize,
The part of the brain,
That questions why.

Is it wrong,
To hate your own sight,
When the world cheers you on,
And all you can do is sigh.

Is it wrong,
To fall out of love,
Yet be so caught,
You don't know how to give up.

Is it so wrong...
To simply be right?

I burned that bridge,
Down the narrow road,
The one above,
The overflowing bourn.

I watched it's embers,
Grow bold and bright,
I watched it wither,
Like a cracking spine.

I burned it with malice,
I burned it with hate,
I laughed as it scorched,
And left ashes in it's wake.

I laughed at the sorrow,
Of those waiting fools,
I laughed as they had,
Nowhere else to move.

I burned that bridge,
With every sense of hate,
I burned that bridge,
Because it led me to you.

It's so easy to be lonely,
A few simple words are enough to do it,
Or a lack there of.
A few people can do it,
Or none at all.

It's so easy to be lonely,
In a crowded room,
Or an empty hall,
In a club full of people,
Or with a drink alone.

It's so easy to be lonely,
In a relationship with ignorance,
Or a single soul,
With a lover in bed,
Or an empty home.

It's so easy to be lonely,
With your soulmate besides you,
Who you may have lost,
Or with devil as your best friend,
Who'll never hear your silent calls.

Love in bloom,
Like a passionate spring,
Will eventually meet it's fall.

All we can do,
Is hope summer lasts,
Before winter takes it all.

Five.
Excitements rise,
As we say goodbye,
The world seems smaller,
Distances can't divide.

Four.
We speak our hearts,
As words seem sharp,
But conversations flow,
As thoughts never let us drift apart.

Three.
Booming voices
At both ends,
A cacophony of noises,
Trying to push thoughts in.

Two.
Silence creeps,
As words disappear,
Comfort seeks,
To agree with each other.

One.
We once were,
Now what we can never be,
We once loved,
Now we barley breath.

Zero.
Our world is naught,
We don't know one another,
We'll be a dream,
That once created a world unlike any other.

Five.
We're perfect strangers,
Like imaginary friends,
Who've outgrown each other.
Yet our silhouette exists,
As nothing more than,
A faded perfume,
On your favourite shirt,
That you'll discard soon.