of early morning kisses and innocent smiles.

it was an almost perfect sunday morning

now wouldnt it have been perfect if a breakfast of sunny side ups and toast came complimented with orange juice on that cosy little bed.

i guess it doesnt really matter even if our status remains undefined,

but thank you for my morning,

i hope your feelings were just as mine.

“toot toot toot”

it’s sound echoes in a way almost too cruel for a human child.

the emptyness it brings tears my soul apart to a point i feel nothing else.

how much more can i endure,

i wish i could go back just 18 hours earlier.

thank you.

no words could tell you why.

the more i think about the whole ordeal the more i feel enraged, was this your intention i wonder or had you hoped for something more?

i sit here and my anger grows yet i wonder if i saw you in front of me, would it evaporate like droplets on the desserts snow or would it remain, fist clenched together and eyes set ablaze.

maybe its the hormones speaking. wont it be funny if your dream came true.

i wonder just how far u really thought it through.

i wonder if u even noticed how much of my life has been sacrificed for you.

“it hurts”

those words.

they make me boil.

all your life you’ve only known how to run away. it’s always about YOU YOU YOU you said. perhaps its time u opened your eyes and looked at the bigger picture instead.