It hurts, not having you near, wish you were by my side, singing a song or watching the sky.
It hurt, the way you lift me up to the sky, only to let go once I trusted in your arms to fall in.
It hurts, knowing you pretended all the time, lied to my face while I was polite.
It hurts, everytime I think of you, the moments we shared, so lovely, so sweet, they make me want to write you, see what you think....
It hurts, thinking you could be the one for me, when all I was to you,  a game, not for two.
It hurt, the dissapointment, the idea I had of you, held you so highly now I look down on you.
It hurt when you ended it, shards to my heart, but I didn't colapse I kept my compulsure even when every word you said dug deeper in my heart.
It hurt, it did, it still does, but pain isin't something I haven delt with before, it'll hurt a bit more until I grow, only to realise
you were nothing next to my beautiful soul.

When I was a kid,
emotions were
monotonous.
A candy was
just a candy.
Happiness came
fast and full.
I didn’t wonder
who gave it,
or why.
I just smiled
and ate.
Now,
I think too much
about hearts,
about hands,
about faces,
about the things
people want
when they give.
Now, a candy feels
like a trap.
Love feels like a deal.
And the world?
Too heavy
for joy to be simple.