𝐒ordid pictures of regret knowing that I can't hold your cold heart and pale face anymore. No metaphors would still keep me alive. Baby, I loved you even before I knew you were gonna break my heart to pieces. Smoking was your escape, your rest, and solace. So, I put my heart at ease knowing that you won't find any comfort other than a cigarette.

𝐓hen news came in; Your lips doesn't hold cigarettes anymore. You've found your own comfort. You asked me once how do I describe myself. Well, my answer is I'm a coward for not telling you I love you. You are the dangerous drug that I will always be addicted to.

𝐔nsustainable feelings; That's all I have. Your enigmatic eyes that I love while breathing the atmosphere of sorrow will turn into crescent for another man.