The light is going out, the light is gone
He's got a black heart
I hate him. I hate me. The end.
Her lips are the color of sad
Please stop the pain
I identify as dead
Sailing through heartache
After midnight freestyle
I don't understand any of it
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
Words are forever and so is love
Our life is an epic poem...
He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*