DBH

Her eyes scream. The hatred packed in her heart, Can see despise from how she speaks, Her words, her tone, her expressions, All speak the

Some days were harder than the rest, And it wasn’t because we stopped hoping, Or even fighting for a better tomorrow. They were harder, Because

It was not easy to say goodbye I still wish that our story, Had ended differently It was painful, Carving out the pieces of my

Watching them makes me hate life, Makes me hate love, Makes me hate the idea of marriage. They were so in love with each other

I still buy her gifts on some days, On other days I dial her number, Some days I text her up, Like she’s here. My

I have always been scared of the dark, Of the little things that keep me up at night. Sometimes, I desire a little light, A

Dear me, I don’t know what I’d do, If I didn’t have you, really. I’m not sure I’d have come this far, Considering some part

1. Dear my love, Can we start this love again from scratch? I mean it, I feel that something is wrong, With our relationship, Something

In that state, we were goners, Unsure of what would come next, Unsure of the pain we’d face next, It was like living in a