vent

When we first met, it was crazy and wasn't ordinary. Our love was exemplary. Together, we were both happy. I guess we were very lucky. But, our future was a maybe and your life continued without me. In a way, we were both free and given opportunities. But, all that was left was memories and miseries. Our pain never found remedies. Instead, we sought whatever that gave us the kicks. As our hearts were blocked by wall bricks and in the darkness we became mentally sick. It was like there was a demon inside our minds playing tricks. We couldn't think straight. So, we would mindlessly take the bait, without considering our mental state. We grew weak and remained at the negative pique. Despite our physique, our bodies would deteriorate, and soon we realize its too late. Everything fades, remains a heart that aches.