Late night conversations don't count. His proclamation of love is a mix of sleep deprivation and depressive episode. Do not divulge your own feelings for in the morning his words will be discarded while yours are waved like a flag. His heart is bait to trick you into falling and his net withstands isolation and space, the moment he was in danger I cried behind the wheel of my car wondering how he could be so stupid and how I could care so much. In the morning he's still not yours, he never had been he never would be. He never loved you, never needed you, never cared how you hurt yourself and how you tried to repair your damages. You can't let go though. That's okay. Evolution is the key. Build an immunity to his words, he knows what you want to hear, accept, accept, accept, except maybe, no. There are no exceptions, no maybes just acceptance. You can be strong without his support and you can survive even the latest of nights, you can feel without losing to him as long as you know how to play the game.

She kissed him
In the light, she nim
He stood, still
He couldn’t move, without her will
He stared
In those blue eyes, he dared
Though he fall
Gave up to her, all
Cause she was surrogate
Maybe right now she came, but she was late
Cause he kissed, her not
He was ****** up, was hot
Cause he loved, her not
Maybe someone else, she fought
Cause she was surrogate
You know, it was her fate
And he gave up, he was weak
And she came up, to sneak
Someone’s shadow, fill it all
She couldn’t, she was a doll
Cause she was surrogate
And she loved him, no hate

19:24
19 September 2016