“It’s you. It’s you. It’s all for you. Everything that I do” – Lana Del Rey
There is nothing left, even a shred of hope. It is simply irreparable. Witnessing its gradual demise, I couldn’t help but let these tears fall freely like there is no tomorrow. It is sad for everything to end. The happy memories we shared fades into oblivion. Now, the only thing left, is this perfect emptiness that I couldn’t seem to satiate.
Pardon me for being emotional tonight and for abusing my website as an outlet of my masochism. I just love the lingering pain from dwelling on the memories of her sweet face. It has been months yet my emotions are fluctuating, similar to Arrhythmia. I am already weary. When could I find peace on my own solace?
Res ipsa loquitur. This poem says it all…
No Hearts by Tata Rosales (stilettista.blogspot.com)
than bits and pieces of dust