The girl that disappears.

I can still feel it. The warmth of the sun, the smell of the rain, the sound of our laughs. I can still feel that day, the lights on your face even though the sun didn't reach it. It was yours, that light, that essence, that life, it was ours. But it wasn't enough. Craving you was a tragedy. A beautiful one, filled with pain and broken hearts. How cruel of you to make such an atrocious feeling so vividly lovely, so addictive for me to keep sane. And for all the tears and the hurts, I turned you into poetry to remember you. to remember that day, that feeling, that ache. Maybe it was never meant to be, or maybe it was. we will never know as that day perished beneath the suffocating pressure of death. She's here, waiting, looking, admiring my pain, thinking that she never saw something as beautiful as this. The agony, the misery. Sobbing and shaking on The Dirty floor. Begging and calling for you to answer. it was too late. now it's your turn to Remember Me. but it will pass, as all things do. 

Guilt ate her alive, but his suffering was so refreshing to watch; his sobs a music to her ears, yet one thing was for sure: she loved him like he was herself. 

the seats are empty, the theater is dark, why do you keep acting ?

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