i wrote about us,
but it became about you
and how you broke me into thousands of pieces when you said you had loved me.
about how you blew my ashes into the hollow instead of blowing a kiss on my corpse.
about how you turned my world into its darkest void instead of filling up the holes you made.
about how my bliss turned into a painful sorrows instead of clicking the camera.
about how my mind trapped in a vast bewilderment instead of drooling to sleep.
about how my self-worth lost in a labyrinth of a million turns instead of moving on from you.
about how i was puzzled by infinity of whys???
why? why? and why? instead of how we broke up and when.
about us and how it became about you instead of you and me.!
But I know we can learn to love again, I'm just here to fix you.
