They say something has changed. They say I’ve changed. They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate. They claim they don’t understand. They tell me I used to be cheerful but now my eyes and tone of my voice lost its light and admits fear.
Unsure whether it’s because of the painful memory but I go on by emptying my heart. Lucid hearts are defective products of this world. That’s why I badly want to taint mine. They tell me that if you love, you start to take after each other; maybe I want to take after you a bit.
Atrocious. Love is atrocious. You were the very reason I breathe for, but now you’re suffocating me. Love is so bad
Drunk on anxiety, as the dawn drizzle pours down I stagger through the street. I start to quarrel and my mouth that once used to whisper so many kind words has been tainted by a profanity. Can’t rest till this small thing becomes a catastrophe. I lie customarily and harass in the name of ‘Love’
Atrocious. Humans are atrocious. You were the very reason I breathe for, but now you’re suffocating me. Love is so bad.