Naked.
Get up
Come here.
Window open.
Gust of wind;
Breezed by him and her.
Love—They asked “love why are you doing this”. The fake love that people happily walk into blindfolded like hoping for a surprise. Love has been avoid of loneliness, to fill that gab of emptiness.
I am doing this, because you’re tearing me apart trying to fill something that only you can fill.
I’m here to love and bring you happiness,
Not to fill your void of loneliness.
Wind blow out.
And running they kept.