Screaming turns into silence.
silence turns to bleeding.
When ringing turns to smoking.
Full turns to empty ...
from empty turns to full.
I would want to start what happened for the past three months... but that's not how it starts.
My thoughts baffled my fingers.
I have to say...
Breaking up is different when you grow up... grown up.
Responsibility over tears.
Moving on should be as fast as how you spend your dime.
That's how I define my time.
You have to walk an never look back but you can close your eyes
The smiles
touch
gazes
I don't have to question if it is fair.
Sometimes I have to leave the asking and let it heal without the answers.
P.S. (my longest one)
And to you... I don't have to tell you the stories... my side of the story.
I should have blame you how hard I try to make it burn.
I got tired of filling the cup with my own blood.
Credits, the part when people thinks the curtain of the movie house closes.
My favorite part...
It's when I try to tell you something.
If you said you had focus you should have seen that...
I'm not crying nor bleeding.
I losing...
myself.
For now I have to find it again holding my left hand.
Wish me luck 'sir'.
