I am not involved with her anymore,
She was my everithing.
But she had some one else to think about the word 'love'.
I could wish anything, but I will always fall.
Fall again and again auntil I break,
My heart my brain,
My hands are pale, cold and almost see-through.
Like the spirits that appear in my mind.
My cells are high.
I am alive.
'I am not in love anymore' I'll always repeat.
But only thinking about it
Makes me sick.
My face gets red and
So does my head.
My eyes start with a few tears running like an enormous crew..
The tears fall as I remember my first kiss with her.
How she did it without permission.
Though I did like..
Lke her, her eyes, hair, nails, head.
Her way to kiss, leaving me out of breath..
But learning about my insecurities.
The feel of the first love,
Your eyes get blind.
The thoughts that try to open them,,,
Are blocked with a smile
On your stupid loverfool face.
I tell this as my future-self,
Should I have ended up that relationship?
The answer is clear,
Unfortunately not for me.
Because if she kissed me again,
I would end up lost in her sould, in her eyes,
Obssesed like she was a Godness, perfect, beautiful.
I still love her a little.
Her hands felt cold like the lack of expression and feelings on her not-safe and blue heart.
Cold.
'She'
Max.
