What hurt more than losing you..

..was knowing you were not fighting to keep me.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
But most of the times..

..it is pure torture.

I'm your selected amnesia
I'm your unpredictable pain
I'm your tear gas
I'm your addictive bad habit
I'm your morphine
I'm your invincible yearning
I'm your self-inflicted doubt

...&& yet, I'm still the one who makes you complete.

I thought love can melt the pain no matter how painful it is;

But I was wrong.

For pain can melt the love no matter how great it was.

He is...

My momentary bliss;
A preposterous diversion;
An absurd sentiment;
My self-imbued pain;

&& yet...
He remains to be my only happiness.

We started as stragers;
Now we ended as if we were never a part of each other's lives.

We're now worse than strangers.

His lies were too perfect;
That he made me cry perfectly
How he wanted me to.

...&& I'll whisper to your ear...

...go on, fooling me.

It's him who lost more.
For I CAN love this much again
&& he cannot find anyone who loves like I do.

We were so like dumb before.
How did we become so smart:
that we learned how to break each other's hearts?