I fall for you like the leaves fall for the ground.
Slowly but surely,
And once I touch you,
I can't undone what's done.

And once I fall completely for you,
I'm already dead.

But beautiful,
Dead but beautiful.

"If you'd let me, I can give you tomorrow he promised yesterday, and broke today."

Cracked voice,

Warm hands,

The words fell felt as smooth as his hand caressing mine in circles. 

Silence fogged the air between us like morning cold mist after a whole night of thunderstorm.

"But that's the problem", I finally found my voice.

Staring above, 

I searched for strength I thought I could find in the stars.

"Tomorrow never exists for me.", I breathed out. 

"Each day was my last.", I faintly whispered with amusement wrapped in sadness.

We both died that night.

Bullet through my head,

Love through his heart.

And I don't know which is more painful.

"Do you believe in second chances?",
Sparkled eyes and sincere curiosity.

"No",
I breathed out all of my strength as a single word.

Silenced wrapped upon us like a blanket on a cold winter nights.

"But there's nothing I can do but to keep giving you more than infinite chances anyways."
I whispered with the softest sigh.

"You made me realise believing and loving are of different substances."
The words were spoken through visible falling diamonds and silence.

freedom can be bare feet
or naked
or laughter
freedom can be poetry

"Where is he going?"
To the woman he loves the most.

"How could you know?"
Because I have always love him the most.

And the next thing you realise,
You will love her an infinite more than the word love loves agony.

The only circumstance that keeps me breathing is the belief that I only love the idea of you.

The moment the notion of I truly love you was taken as gospel arrived,
I would've already made my way to destruction.

One day,
I heard a snap.
It's the sound of me,
Breaking.
Crack.
Shattering.
Tragically, it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard