My favourite scene is when she turns her
head away from me, only for me to cup
her cheeks in my hands as I caress her
face and her lips. I can hear her breathing
louder and faster, and at this point, I don't
quite know whom I'm breathing for anymore.
Her hair smells like a pleasant meadow of
daisies. Her skin is softer than the mellow
breeze. She is lovely. I grab her closer to
me as I lay her on my lap until she falls asleep,
only to realize the concept of time has broken
down—but we go on anyways. She's the most
beautiful girl I know.

this is a typical story
you see this amazingly cute guy and you like him
and you fell for him
like the blossom
from the cherry trees
he finally notices you and you're now together
it wasnt a normal boy
this one had the sunset in his eyes and you loved it
but little red flags popped up right away
and you saw it but failed to understand
internalize and do something about it
you didnt want to believe it
but now its all over cause there was someone else
i guess you were the side chick
how unwise of you to think you were the only flower in his garden
but oh baby he was digging up other roots
nobody can escape the prison of unfaithfulness
but infatuation never hurt so much
betrayal and deception is what he gave you
and it's dwelling in your heart
spreading faster than an epidemic
you wished you had saved yourself from the pain
but truth is we cant always be saved
sometimes we need to be in pain to know what makes us happy
so basically this is a ten word story:
you thought you mattered but you dont so move on