unravelled raveling.

History!❤️‍🔥

It's been three years.

Three years. 

Three years since I started to know

about loves and heartbreaks and heartbreaks and heartbreaks. 

I've lost pieces of me, I've given pieces of me, 

I'll never find again. I've been to places loves took me to.

Lost, wandering, hurting, not sleeping and crying.

Wanting to rise, falling down, frozen feet, cold hands.

Smeared gloomy eyes, shaky voices, wounded heart;

versus vengeful eyes, cold heart.

I play sad songs and never happy ones when 

I am to talk about one love that caused the heartbreaks,

always and forceful, deluded warmth. 

Broken moments and amended heart,

make my stories,

sometimes in minor and somewhere in graver ways.

Thinking of my love being dead,

I realized it was born again,

made me play love songs, yes the happy ones.

I wish to be far far away from the places, 

that bring heartbreaks and cause deaths to

love. 

I'll write about love, love and only love in Octobers.