I can clearly hear the
farthest cry
and
deepest sighs
as I feel so empty
tonight.

To my dearest:

I have told you that I won’t be writing about you anymore. I lied.
I haven’t stopped writing ever since you left. I just stopped sending them to you.
Apparently, it was you who put me back in solitude.

And my unfathomable love for you will never be replaced by anything.

I poured my aching heart into a pop song


And

I couldn't get a hang of poetry




(**** it and See, Arctic Monkeys)

You make my heart go
"! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
in this world full of
"? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?"

I love you, hon.