In those eyes,

Love, dead love,
Only that cold love...
Vicious and hissing,
Eating her alive,
Drowning her.

Young naive heart,
Only fourteen years.
Unrequited love,

It's the cause of her death.

To have your love thrown away,
Rotting.
Unanswered.
She suffered,
Too much for her young heart.
Each time she reminisces,
Dreams,

Yearns...
Outside she fakes her smiles,
Until her cheeks ache.

But under the pretense, she cries.
Until she bleeds,
Till there's a hole in her heart.

Yet no one notices.
Or cares.
Ultimately, she's dying alone.

Love made her this way.
Everyone else doesn't suffer the way she does.
Fair or not,
To her it's the same.

Maybe it's because she doesn't deserve him.
Especially since he looks like an angel.

Terrifying good looks,
Other-worldly charm.

Despair of hers rings out clearly,
I don't understand... but her words are gone,
Eaten by the wind.

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What is this?

What are we?

Tell me because I'm not so sure.

You asked me to meet you.

Then you changed your mind,

But you still asked me to meet you for a few seconds.

Even though it is for a proper reason, even though it wasn't inappropriate,

What was that?

And all the times I've been staying up late to talk to you.

The secrets you shared with me and the secrets I shared with you.

Do you do that with other girls?

This is really confusing because I don't know what we're becoming.

And I don't even know if it's my imagination if we are becoming something,

Or if we're still the same.

We're probably still the same.

But I don't know.

Maybe you pity me, maybe you're using me.

Maybe you're just being nice and friendly.

But you trust me.

You said so yourself.

You told me some of your secrets.

Trusting that I'd keep them.

And yes I am going to.

I'll take them to my grave.

But I am aware that someone else knows as well.

So what is this?

If everyone is going to know, then I'll be absolutely sure that we are nothing.

But if it's only the two of us, I'm not sure.

And do you know what I hate the most?

That you have such a fucking huge impact on me, my feelings and my decisions.

Everything is based on you now.

The worst thing is that you don't even know.

You said that you thought I hated you.

Are you really that blind?

Damn it. Damn this.

I FUCKING LOVE YOU, CAN'T YOU SEE?

I'm pretty sure you know it, though.

Maybe I'm confusing you.

I think I can guess what you're thinking about this.

You're confused because you know that I love you but sometimes, it seems as though I hate you.

Am I right?

If I am, then you are right as well.

Sometimes I hate you, but I'm always loving you. Even when I hate you.

If that makes any sense.

And sometimes, I avoid you, but when you look at me I smile like a fool but then a few seconds later I ignore you completely.

And then you're confused, right?

Well I only do that because I don't want you to know that I love you.

Even though sometimes I wish you knew, because it would make things so much easier.

But that is something you can never know.

Or at least, it's something I'll never tell you.

Not until you tell me first, so basically, I'm never gonna say it to you.

But goddammit, I love you so much, sometimes I tear up just thinking about it.

Thank you for being there, even though you're not always there.

Thank you for existing and for living.

Thank you for coming into my life and for teaching me.

Teaching me about love and life, and problems and secrets.

I will always be grateful.

Forever and always.

Love♥
Zeal.



Words really really cannot describe this.