You're the best thing I have ever had,
and the worst I have ever felt.
You're the cigarette smoke in my lungs
and the alcohol on my lips.
It will always be you and me.
You're tattooed onto my heart.
You own my bones and blood.

But then I saw him.
Young, naive and pretty.
I didn't even know his name.
I only knew he was smiling.
smiling.
He was happy.
I fell in love yet again.

You still have all of me,
my sad lover.
But he who yet not have made
me feel pain and regret,
will always be a dream and a
sweet little affair.

No wonder why they call me
a "****",
for i will always fall for the pure happiness.