I still feel you from a distance. Remembering your wide smile. You disappeared a long time ago.
Emotion that doesn’t evolve. My heart beats tediously, trying to be that strong. I want to hate you, so that I can move on and fall out of love with the memories of the decent parts of you.
All the things you said to break me down while you got high. Your rejection left more then scars. All I ever wanted was to feel happy – with you. I tried to make every second count. I’ve never felt insecurity …until I met you!
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. I’m struggling to make sense of your apology.
Far from where I thought I would be. What’s wrong with romance? Love is a foreign language to you.