Lines Turned into Lies…

I’d, gotten lost, between your lines, those lines that told and retold, our love stories to the rest of the world, but now, you, don’t love me anymore, and I just, can’t, quite wrap my fingers around it…

And, those well-written lines, they’d, become, those, harsh lies, that just, pricked at my, tender, fragile heart now. Lines turned into lies, it’s, actually, easy, just remove the “n”, there’s, not even any need, of rearranging the orders of the letters! Lines turned into lies, oh, how amazing those lines made me feel, and now, how hurtful, those LIES you’d, sown into my mind?

Lines turned into lies, and, there’s no way, to find that, lost “n” back again, it’d already gotten, devoured, gobbled up whole, by the monster of our, lost love. Lines turned into lies, and I’d, grieved, for the lines that’s, metamorphosed into those lies, and now, I’m don’t, those lies will, remain lies, and my heart gets it now………

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Walking Away from These Dreams You Broke

Walking away from these dreams you broke, you’d think that it’s, super easy, but it actually wasn’t! Walking away from these dreams you broke, that would mean that I’d needed to, disown everything we’d, ever shared, the love, this life we’d, built from the ground up together, and over is just, too hard for me, to accept, for now………

Walking away from these dreams you broke, why is it, that I’m the only one, experiencing this loss, from these broken dreams you’d caused, huh? How come, it doesn’t affect you like it had me? Was I investing more into this so-called “relationship” than you ever were?

yup, it’s, like that, not my cartoon…

Walking away from these dreams you broke, it wasn’t easy, it was, quite painful, actually, but heck, I refuse, to get TIED down by these god DAMN never-makin’-it, already-torn-to-bits-and-pieces dreams you’d made for me!

Walking away from these dreams you broke, yeah, that is, what I’ll do, in the morn, but for tonight, let me just, sleep on it, to see, if I’ll, have a change of heart, on leaving you………

Walking away, from these dreams you broke, well, that’s, super easy, I just, took one last look at you, and it’d, dawned on me, that you were, never what I needed, or even, wanted, and that, was that!

Burned Out the Love…

That’s it! We’d, burned it out………

Burned out the love, not because we’d, needed the light from it, not because we were, cold, freezing ourselves to death, but just because!

Burned out the love, who knew, that love’s, spent, so easily, huh? I would’ve, never guessed, how fast love can “go” (don’t ask “where”!), how quickly, it’d, turned to ashes…

Burned out the love, it’s, too late, and love is still NO phoenix, it won’t, rise up, and live again, oh no, it’d, just, stayed, dead, and there’s, nothing that you, or I, can do ‘bout that now, is there? Nope!

查看來源圖片a picture of the before and the after, from online…

Burned out the love, why? Because we can, because that, is what, we’re, supposed to do, to experiment with it, to see, how far we can push it, until it finally, CRACKED. Burned out the love, and, there’s, nothing but ashes and dusts that remained, of this, burned up love of ours, and so, I’d, collected my half (as that, is how everything got divided? Right down the middle???), and you can have the rest of the remaining half, to go with that steak, salted with your own tears…………

Burned out the love, so? I got more love than you’ll ever know, and, know the best thing about my love is? It NEVER gets used up, I will always, have MORE than enough love to get by! As for you? Do I, really care? Yeah, uh, you WISH!

Note: this is still just me, throwing things out at this wall of echo, meaning that it’s not directed toward anybody out there, ‘k??? Yeah, uh-huh!

Buried Underneath This Stack of Dreams…

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, were us. We’d dreamed too big, allowed all those false fantasies, make-believe fairytales, to get blown out of proportion.

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, you’ll find that dying love I no longer had for you, for I’d, already, put IT out of its miseries, it was sick a long time, and, it’d, taken me, long enough, to finally put it down!

what you’re going to find…Photo from online…查看來源圖片

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, were our shared moments of love, and now, this stack of dreams had, crushed it, suffocated it, and we now have, nothing. Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, what do you think you’ll find, if and when you ever come back, to this home we once made love in, huh? Me, still waiting for you, like I’d done for years and years on end before? Don’t be stupid, my heart’s checked out already, and, it’d just, taken my body longer, to follow its (my heart’s???) lead is all.

Buried under this stack of dreams, is my goodbye (although this “bye” is nowhere NEAR “good”!) to you, and, you’ll find it, at the VERY bottom of the pile, almost dead, because it got crushed………

Before We Said Our Goodbye…

Before we said our goodbyes, so many things happened, leading up to this farewell, and now, looking back, I see, that everything happened, in progression…

Before we said our goodbyes, things are, uncertain, we’d, lived, side-by-side for god knows how long, and, I guess, that passion that should still be there, just DIED!

like this???  Maybe…not my photograph…

Before we said our goodbyes, so many things had happened between you and I, misunderstandings, hurtful words were, blurted out, and, hearts were, shattered. Before we said our goodbyes, everything flew, out of control, and, the fight we’d had, that, was just, the final straw, wasn’t it???

Before we said our goodbyes, I keep on, returning to that moment, when you gave me that perfunctory kiss on the forehead, and turned and walked away, leaving me, standing, all alone, under that dimming lamplight, and, I felt………absolutely……NOTHING!

That Night in Kamakura

The last trip we took together as lovers, to figure things out between us, translated…

That evening, as we walked to the aquarium in Kamakura, the lights were already, dimmed down inside, but, not far off, the tower on Enoshima was still flickering.

The wide streets extended out of the vast oceans, and the vacation homes by the beach, only a few had the lights turned on inside, we’d followed the roads, and there were, sporadic super convenience marts and restaurants, there was a huge but not at all crowded barbeque shop billboard, like those gigantic easily missed, but hard to ignored billboards by the freeways, with a few of the youths who were just, skateboarding in the plaza by the beach.

what the city looks like at night, photo from online…

Don’t know if we’d lived farther away from the stations, the streets were quieter, and opening the windows, we saw those lower older styled buildings, and the goings on of the lives of locals, with a very unique sort of a Japanese way of life to it.

Even though it was May, but the breezes in the early evenings had already, cooled back down. We sat on the steps, where we could hear the tides, singing away, there were night runners passing us by, and those pairs of friends or lovers, lighting up the fairy sticks by the beach, making it even more resembling to the scenes in the Japanese movies, with those sparks of bliss, lighting up sporadically in the dark of night.

Afterwards, we’d decided we should run home, and, the streets without the stoplights, the cars, almost sped by us fast, I, in my flipflops, and you dressed very casually, we’d still NOT had any destinations, but wanted to breathe in each and every moment hard, with the darkening of the oceans, perhaps, we’d both, wanted a guiding light, answering our inquiries of: are we our best selves already? The two souls that were sent adrift in the seas, to me, that was, the scent of being lost at age twenty-three, with the craziness, dimming out slowly, but, it was still, a happy time in our lives together.

查看來源圖片the beach in Kamakura, photo from online…

So, there’s, that strong scent of nostalgia here, of sharing something intimate with someone that you loved, and yet, perhaps, you two realized, that you’d, wanted different things in life, that, is why you took this trip together, to figure things out, and, unfortunately, it looked like, that the two of you didn’t last for the long run………

Tear Drops on That Note…

Teardrops on that note, smearing it all out, everything became a total blur…

Teardrops on that note, that note’s been, damaged with water, just look at the washed-off ink stains from the writing. You’d cried your tears, repeatedly, onto those hard-on-your-heart words of his, hadn’t you? So, why don’t you, throw out that ruined note, huh? Because you enjoy a good, old-fashioned torture, is that it???

Teardrops on that note, stop looking at it, it’d become, that awful reminder, of how love could’ve been, but it wasn’t, was it? And, by keeping that note close to your heart, you’re, allowing it, to tear you up inside.

like this???  From online…

Teardrops on that note, dried, and cried, again, again, again, again, again (you get the picture, don’t you???), and it’s still not quite near end yet. Teardrops on that note, and still, you can’t bring yourself, to toss that broken heart out, ‘cuz you wanted to remember, how he’d, hurt you, how you were, betrayed by love, so, you won’t, get betrayed by love again!

Teardrops on that note, that hard goodbye that came too soon, but, if it didn’t come when it had, would you be where you currently are? No you won’t! So, you still won, you grew up, out of that broken state already, hadn’t you, and now, those tear smeared markings serve as a reminder………

查看來源圖片or this???  Found online…