«In addition to this, you let him go.
Not because you have to,
but because you need to,
need to break a heart.
take their breath, because you don’t have enough oxygen to breath.
Maybe you think you are dying, and want everyone else around you to be in your pace.
Because once, you were the heartbroken one, and that ******, right?
Or maybe you are just immature.
Your eyes, and his too, may see a full bloomed woman on the outside.
On the inside however, you are a lost girl, wandering in a too big world,
and the urge to fill whole cities with your ego is too tempting.
Because your soul and mind haven’t connected and found it self yet.
Can you even walk in a ladies heels, woman??»
I say to myself.
While I wiggle down the street.
With invisible black, tattooed tears, right under my eye.
I adore the oxygen within my lungs,
like an addict taking drugs.
…Or like me, stealing love filled hearts…
