I can see you
Standing down there
Like some kind of
Cryptic dream
The evening sun
Seems to arrive
With an ****** haze
As if the immediate
Atmosphere
Called quarters & circle casted
I am but a mere
Remote viewer
Of an unseen assembly
And it all simultaneously
Collides
The elements coincide
In innumerable ways
Simply impossible
To perceive with the mind

I feel cold,
Cold to touch,
Cold inside,
My senses are becoming numb,
My world is turning darker and darker,
Until I am one with the void.

Once, you asked me:
"You have never stayed up so late before, why today?"
"Cause I have a more important thing to do: chat with you." I answered.

Yes, people change, and so do I.
Nowadays I always stay up for no reason,
for nobody, just can't fall asleep.
When was the last time we met?
I forgot, I would never have thought that might be our last.
I do have changed a lot, really a lot.
You must have changed I suppose.

I still don't understand something,
I don't, really don't, those things just does not make a sense.
Why?
You can't just do that to me, you just can't.
But you did anyway, and cut me open.
And I keep bleeding...

Until someday I really move on.

But here's the thing.
He was my first love.
He was the first person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
He was the first person to make me see how beautiful life is.
He was the first person I craved to fall asleep with.
To never leave his arms.
He was the first person to show me what love truly is.
He was also the first person to break my heart.
To completely shatter me.
He caused me to cry for months.
To feel like nothing could ever make me happy again.
Now a year and a half later...
The pain is gone.
I don't think of him in every moment.
However I still think of him everyday.
I still love him.
But that's okay.
I'll fall in love one day again.
Knowing that what I had with him was irreplaceable.
That he will always be my first love.
That I will always be his.
Now, I just can't wait till the day I find my final love.

Get out of my head
With your great expectations
Combined with cynical criticism
And self-righteous selective blindness
And let me get back inside my comfort zone
Where there’s not too much ado about anything