if you make me believe, every word that dripped off like pure honey off your lips, had the littlest white truth hidden in it, i would have thrown away the books in my hands, almost slipping over the papers on the floor, running to you, like a girl in a sunflower field, running to meet her lover. unfortunately (atleast for you), it’s not the same anymore. the words coming out of your mouth are poisonous, vicious lies, basic lies. i know you’ll watch me walk away nonchalantly from you, knowing i was your going to be your biggest loss, and maybe, i’ll throw a grin away at you, a little something for you to remember me by.