You are someone else's poetry now.

Love is a disease
It is a crime
It drives people insane
And may lead to death if you have it and if you don't
A partial death that will change everything
Some can escaped but some cannot
Those who escape are reborn to be a better person
But those who cannot are still stock in the past grieving
Love is always accompanied with pain
It requires suffering and sacrifices
But even though love is inconsistent
I still prefer not to be cured
Because we will never be truly happy if were not unhappy sometimes.

As the dawn comes I tried to write
Sealing words with promises I keep hoping
Although none of it will ever come
Still my heart can't stop assuming

He'll love me today and will leave by tomorrow
Without any trace that both of us ever met
I felt cheap and at the same time used
Yet, I keep waiting for this boy

As I watched the stars and the moon above
There's a building pain inside my chest
While my body aches for exhaustion
This boy consumed a lot from me

And before I close my eyes
All I hear is a sad song
A melody that does not belong to mine
But keeps my heart beating

no thoughts coming out of my mind
no words coming out of my mouth
no feelings have been heard
no love was returned

pictures have been my memory,
albums have been my diary
the only thing that reminds me how it used to be
perfect when it's just you and me

pictures, how powerful they are
ability to remember every moment that's ours
wish to go back even just an hour
an hour to reminisce, apologize and heal the scars

no mistakes were not regretted
no moments were not cherished
no seconds were wasted
no life have been accomplished

pictures, i thought were real
pictures, i knew promises were sealed
pictures, i thought would help me heal
but pictures just made me weak and kneel

i'm no longer a child but you chose to made me feel
that i'm stupid enough for you to silently ****
a woman like me who's strength is going down on a hill
pictures were burned because of a deal

I've been through a lot
wanting to end with a dot
if it's just that easy
i already am finished with this story

"Don't let others tell you that you have no right to be sad. You have the right to know how real it is when you find something so close to your heart that it hurts."

Doing pointless things
In a far from perfect world
Is the reason we know
We are human

Doing pointless things
In a far from perfect life
Is a way of knowing
We are not machines

Doing pointless things
In a far from loving world
Is the reason we connect
With others in need

Doing pointless things
In a far from loving life
Is the way others know
We are human