I did think it through, love, I always did, so much thinking, leaving me with less answers, than i started with, nonexistent truths, loud lies, id call it soul dysmorphia, but you may call it bipolar, like april weather, sunshine followed by rain, choreography of storms, floods and famine, like fireflies dancing in the night sky, a little here a little there, and i disappeared from your life.
Its always like this, love, i told you from the beginning, made you fall for me, just so i can grieve when you re leaving, made you push me away, so i can count the hours til you leave, then finally leaving you, so u wont have the chance to leave.
I should have known better, love, i was at the fault, should have known that you would feel more than you show, should have known that i would fall too hard, if i didnt, i wouldnt care, id stay for the fun.
But i did, love, i fell so hard, i just cant let you stay, and leave at your own time, as i know everybody leaves, my life is autumn. The house empty. Im on my own. And i tell its okay. I try harder next time. I try to find someone who i dont love.
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