I was wrong.
I was always wrong.
Smirks and laughter. Traveling and enjoying life.
We had the greatest time, to the point that I thought that it was finally a new beginning.
Everything would start off sweet, just like a flower.
But as time passes by, you can't do anything when you see that flower wither by itself.
Just like us.
No texts, no calls. Cold face and empty eyes.
Everything began to fade in an instant.
Everything we believed on... vanished,
Because it's already toxic.
And being in a toxic relationship could make you crazy... to the point that it would kill you.
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paradisiac ; poetry
Poetryparadisiac (adj.) - relating to or befitting paradise; heavenly. ➵ a poetry book where i unleash my affections in life through free verses, sonnets, and prose itself. ➵ paradise is not just about the joy, the bliss, and those emotions that you feel...
