• and in the end,
    all is the same,
    the only request,
    to love and be loved
    in return,
    with no tricks
    or lies just love,
    and there you go again,
    right before my eyes,
    you left a pile of garbage,
    inside of my heart,
    hurt with no freewill,
    ready to move forward,
    but constant regression was my
    choice,
    and now memories
    carry me though the days,
    secretly I miss you,
    as the seasons shift
    and the world moves on,
    it moves continues with or without me,