it has been a month since we lost ties so much has happened so much… surprise! but sometimes i see you your lens in my eyes i see your frame in a classmate …shame
i wish when we cut ties that i could let go of the red string but you left me that…lingering on my ring finger, its string turned out to be dyed maybe it was delusion when it was red and burning but now that we’ve died it’s really just burnt, no longer burning what was red is charred what was love is scarred that was never love i’m sure you know there was never love because you could go
do me a favour, would you please? untie this charred string, which we so teased
but dont take this the wrong way. it was better to have left