Why Of All People Did It Have To Be You Who Broke Me?

why— of all people— did it have to be you who broke me?

the complicated thing is that even though i never want to talk to you again, i still have so much i want to say.

new memories

scribbled like prose

across brick walls

in layers

of crawling vines

overwriting the old

reshaping fireworks

into gentle waves

to wash away

what's written in the sand

someone said to me that lovers raises their voices when their hearts are far apart. he consciously chooses to never raises his voice at his girlfriend so that her heart never has a reason to drift.

tell me why you’re still on my mind