His existence was my world,
His words were my life line,
When he said “I love you,”
I melted, heart was beating fast.
His breath was my oxygen
His laugh was my medicine
When he said, “Goodbye,”
My heart broke, my body collapsed.
He made me miserable
He played with my heart— again.
That imbecile person made me like this.
Someone who is miserable, someone,
who became fragile.
He left me when I needed him the most,
He ran away when I was feeling broken,
Yet why— why do I still want him despite the horrible things he had done?
Ah, I know, it’s because.... it’s him.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
His existence was my world,
His words were my life line,
When he said “I love you,”
I melted, heart was beating fast.
His breath was my oxygen
His laugh was my medicine
When he said, “Goodbye,”
My heart broke, my body collapsed.
He made me miserable
He played with my heart— again.
That imbecile person made me like this.
Someone who is miserable, someone,
who became fragile.
He left me when I needed him the most,
He ran away when I was feeling broken,
Yet why— why do I still want him despite the horrible things he had done?
Ah, I know, it’s because.... it’s him.
