when we met, I believed it was love. I thought you were mine. That day was September 23rd. By April, you were gone. Those times when it was magical, with the wind in our wings? Well. Now I know it was just the wind, playing mind tricks. I was only there to keep your bed warm while you waited for her. I only kept your loving kindled and alive for her. Beyond the cold, icy winter that I pushed through with you? Nothing. No love. No magic. Only a fire to keep you alive before her violent blaze to keep you happy. Well I hope her loving fire is strong enough. I hope your guilt burns you alive under the heat of her love, because it won't be my water to give you rest.
I kinda hate it but love it at the same time also released on my writing acc @tiacolada <3
