I've been tricked before into believing what we had could've possibly existed.
But those tricks have triggered something inside, and that feeling has persisted.
You can't get to know yourself until you suppress your inner struggles; allow compassion to guide your decisions.
So many choices we're eagerly made, our story was in desperate need of revision.
In the young and beautiful, wisdom is unfortunately rare.
Too young to truly understand these emotions, although we can't say we never cared.
In my opinion silence is all I need, some quiet time alone.
In reality silence cuts like a knife, and chills you to the bone.
Putting this off any longer and prolonging the hurt anymore, is something I just cannot do.
Seeing the loss of that twinkle in your eye is like pouring vinegar into open wounds.
There may come a time when you have to keep your heart as cold as ice.
Prevent your tears from burning as much when they fall; when sadness is your vice.
Now the tears collect on the rims of my eyes, and line them with a stinging sensation.
Burning and freezing like dry ice does, contradicting with no sign of cessation.
This whole naive and sad situation has been surrounded by things falling.
We fell for each other and it left no one to catch us, as we fell with no slowing down or stalling.
Eventually things start to fall apart, crumble and decay, crash and burn.
Leave ashes to ashes, dust to dust, this deserves closure and is declared adjourned.
All good things must come to an end, to make way for something even greater.
It might not seem like anything more perfect can follow this, and for now may we remain debaters.