how annoying,
that things just remind me of you
things we've done together, to each other, for each other
thought we're meant to be.
memories,
never stop poking the wound
bleeds and hurts every single time
how we used to be, supposed to be, could be
thought we're different.
letting go,
is easier said than done
the smile, the promises, the love
thought we're perfect.
all's done and over,
it's always the heart that has the say.

or it's the love

that's way too blinding,

turning me into

a such softhearted and no- brainer.