Asphyxiated.

Love works in such a way,
that it twirls you around the finger,
and brings you to the highest points of life,
making you feel sweet and poignant,
and when it crumbles,
everything comes raining down, at the same time.

All of us have had our hearts broken,
yet at the same time,
we're all so needy inside.

It's like a never-ending vicious cycle,
like how rain will always follow after sunshine,
and it almost feels like things are never gonna pick up.


Times like these,
I know you would be the best thing beside me,
even if it's just us having one of our silent fights...



Yet,
it's the best time for a release.

Our release.


It hurts so, so bad.