You told me lies as beautiful as a sunset light and I fell for every one of them, I loved the scattered shine you bring to my life during my eternal thunderstorm.
Yo said you loved me and you will be with me through everything, "no matter what", but then I think you realized I wasn't as fragile as you think I was, so you stop looking for me, you stop wanting me.
One day I saw a picture of you with another pretty girl, a new one, a new collection piece. I used to see myself as a goddess and my nanny said Im a princess but now I started doubting myself. What I did wrong? Am I not enough?
I cried rivers until they turned into oceans, trying to understand what was going on, thinking I lose you, craving your lips on my hips, your hands on my back, your hugs and our love songs. I was wanting so bad our magnetic rounds of magical rides between heaven and hell.
After weeks of agonizing pain, I realized something. I will never truly know what you felt for me. Maybe you used me as your porcelain doll, maybe you didn't really love me after all, maybe it was just a game. (Everything is a game these days)
But something I know for sure is that I wasn't the one that lose here. I gave you my sunshine and my heart. Shared my dreams and fears. I trusted you. I gave you my friendship and my love.
You lost me.
Days and nights I stayed in bed trying to reach a breath of fresh air. I was slowly dying, grieving over a man who didn't give a ****. I thought it was killing me, but I was killing myself by thinking you were the best.
Nowadays I don't think of you as much as I did weeks ago, some nights I still miss you or days when I see you in songs and lights and even in the clouds on the sky. I was willing to die for you, but all you did was killing the perfection I saw in you one moon of November.