These times I rack my brain my mind just goes insane. This pain is just to real, it’s more than anyone should ever feel. Do
You remember the way I made you feel? I remember everything. Like the first blossom of the first rose I ever gave you. I remember the very scent of your skin under my nostrils. I remember the pattern in which you breathe, as if it were my breaths you were literally taking, because you did. You took my breath completely away and I haven’t quite got it all back. If reason we’re a person, you’d be him. As my reason for thinking, my reason for pain and my reason for waking while I’m dying inside is you. If Love were a religion it would be me. As I religiously loved and vigorously wanted every being that was made of you to be mine. This passion is my crime. This broken heart I live in is my cell. Captivated by a world I thought we created, only it’s on fire and slowly crumbling.