Carve the name of the one whose kiss has tainted you into your skin to relive the pain of the memory.
A reminder of how pathetic you were to think anything more could become of the two.
So you bleed and cry, grow exhausted and hungry, with each passing day wanting nothing more but the simple closure that you lost the second you let him in.

For others Valentines day means love.
I've never had a good view on this day,
Mostly because I, myself destroyed the positive.
I meddled with my own love,
Contorted it into something I didn't recognize.
I sought after the culprit but never expected it to be me.
I looked for myself in the love once again,
But only found a empty hole, a canyon.
He was cool, sweet and nice.
I didn't realize it in time.
In my mind it crossed through over and over,
But in the end I was doomed to relive it again

My whole **** life is a déjà vu

Yesterday, I could've sworn I'd lived the same moment
Maybe in a past life?

What if my "past life" is exactly the same as this one?

Then what?
Am I stuck?
Can I change anything?

Will I always have a sickening sense of vertigo when I see a 'new' face?

I've lived the new things, I've seen the new faces

Maybe I've been tossed into this life because I lived it wrong the first time

Something tells me I might just live it again