February, been so lonely. It's been so long since I felt your touch, and I couldn't care less if I deserve this. I will never survive the sting inflicted.

Its been a while since i saw you. we used to be an item, then we turned into friends and even though it kills me to know that you are away everyday, i accepted the pain, i accepted being your friend because i knew that if that beautiful smile of yours was to ever fade away it would have hurt more.
I accepted it, i swallowed my feelings and even though they came back i tried hard to suppress them. i smothered them with a pillow keeping them at the depths of my heart. I buried myself alive, and even though i'm six feet underground, i can't help but bang on this casket, hoping you come to dig me out, but the more i hope the more lost i find myself.
now our friendship has turned into something of a casual acquittance. i feel you just talk to me only to keep the heart faintly beating on our dying promises..
I'm sorry, I can't have you in my life...
Every day i feel like a bottle of venom has been poured into my heart to the point i can't feel anymore..
So this is my goodbye.


~You speak of awe, and make every word taste sweet