Timing 21-22/1/2015

Kind and soft. An original type of charm. Something on the way he so sweetly smiled. Stars would be jealous to find out his eyes were the owners of the most beautiful spark. 

There’s a deep red sea in my mouth from the many times I had to bite my tongue so to keep the beating numb. It was all about either sinking or swimming. Little did I know that I never really had the choice. Peace - finding a resting one at last.

Run… Run… Run…

You could have warned me.

I remained desperately standing on my knees. Begging. Broken. Blue.

Not even the best of us can escape it:

I was 17 when it all first started with a sweet “hello”.

Strangers at first.

Fast forward, almost five months into driving down a dead-end road where the cliff was nowhere to have been found.

It hurt.

          The falling.

I was made so sensitively fragile. Clueless.  Into a state of eternal despair.

You should have warned me.

Half crazy; sad-funny. I was made to wonder and so I kept wandering.

If only I could forget the sound of your voice, the colour of your eyes or the first time I heard you laugh. I would trade it all for some purity back.

I know I asked for passion but I did not know it could make me so weak inside as I thought it bliss.

It was only after encountering you that I finally understood why tornadoes carry people’s names - Silently shaken. Disturbingly destroyed.

"Sorry".

Sad. Invasive, intrusive, inevitable. Addictive and toxic.

A rainbow can only last much.

I was Rain - I am just a girl. I am young. I am 17.

He was the Sun - He is drunk on life. He is a man. He is 21.

Why didn't you warn me? I guess there never really is a good time for bad news.

The first heartbreak: strangers at last.