You're no longer a person. Distance break us so hard and now you're like a season. I call it 'your season'. It started last month when our sacred diamond shattered into nothingness. It was suppose to be our bond in vision, but you decided to embrace realism and im never part of it.
We were drunk of intoxication and terribly addicted to the high, that we only realized how wrong we are when we were sober. Everyday we said, 'things wont be like this anymore' but everytime we met our feelings floted helplessly on water. Wading, waving and withering.
You have no idea how much you hurt me.