I was right.
It was just a contract.
A contract that I framed against the purity of love.
To duplicate the love around me.
To substitute the love I had lost once.
The end was not bland.
It was just right.
He called me a cheat, while I never lied to him.
I told him
everything
that echoed in me,
Every bit that I could hear.
Even the reverberation,
of the echoes inside my innards.
I hoped that it will straighten out,
Today, tomorrow or the day after.
All that he had to say,
Was that it was just lust
and
I, his *****.
Nothing less than the passion of a ******,
Nothing more than the blandness for a *****.
I promised to bury him safe outside me,
As I had just killed him inside me.

The waves won’t stop after you leave
They won't wash away all the memories
The moon won't stop controlling the tides
But the world won't stop for anyone,
Neither will I
It's time for a goodbye.

She's the kind of girl you fall in love with
and have no clue why
before you know it
a day without her seems unbearable
and you'll find yourself saying "I think i love you"
You'll find yourself in auto pilot driving to her house
at 4 a.m
feelings you never thought was possible surfaces
then suddenly
things wont "Aren't working out"
your bones will ache
even months laters when someone says her name