7 t H e a v e n

Fear.

Traumatize me with your words.

And say that the world is gonna end.

Cause it is.

And I'm problematic.



Leave.

Things that taste good to you.

And treasure greater things.

So you say.


Torn.

At every corner stitched.

Undo your buttons.

So I could see my world.

In halves.


Evil.

She says.

Liar.

She screams.

Deceiver.

She yells.

I don't deny.

The list goes on so it is true.


How did this happen.

Nothing ever did.

What happened to you.

I never changed.

Are you always good in this.

Absolutely.

So youve cheated me all this while.

Absolutely.


How do I look at you now.

But I'll still call you pretty.

How would I ever louve you again.

I am always.

How can I ever let you go.

I never did.

You did.

I hate what you did to me.

But I honor your move.

Your choice.

I break though.

Deep down, you break also.


You and I.

Shall seat at separate tables.

Separate directions.

Like how it use to be.

A not so long time ago.


But.

Where do I throw this tears for you.

You don't.

It's apart of you.

That moves on.

I am at fault.

For I'm never at peace.

For I'm in a constant hunt.

By my own blood.

It is not possible.

For me to take it.



NO!!

It's an excuse.

You took the new girl in.

Yes.

Yes I did.

Why I did it.

I don't know.

Maybe I won't take her after all.

I won't take anyone.

Until the sun hides its rays without the concern of creation.

I am weak.

I will always be.

But forever strong.

In thy heart.


In thy heart.

I always keep.

Deep.

In mine.


My louve is vague, for anyone to grasp it. Not even me.