xo

A year passed, I still like you.
And I know deep in myself that I have loved you.
Although, it's hard for me to keep holding back,
Pretending not to be clingy in any act.

Twice, we've seen each other;
Longing my heart for another.
But there's really no sparks ongoing,
I guess I should stop hoping.

This sensation keeps on coming back,
Ending this is what I really lack.
I am so helpless forgetting about you,
Hence, my heart breaks waiting for cue.

About you is what I don't understand, Having a cold heart is what in your hand. Wishing you were here is all my aspiration, But giving me heartaches in this infatuation.

xo,
Angel Lav

In love, with the word love.

Memory of: the last month that has passed;
Fades--
Ive allowed infatuation to develop perhaps
due to the cold shorter days

I have gone wrong
Because when we speak
The way i feel inside is dead and empty
I miss before
I felt complete,
Alive, and whole

I liked you better
before we, welllllllll...
you know.

They'll sew your lips shut in pretty little stitches
To keep your screams quiet,
Because beauty is nothing less than immeasurable pain.
I hear you'll be grateful though;
Your face will be lovely
And because of your tightly bound lips,
No one can smell the way your insides will rot.

The madness is the best ****** there could ever be.