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They say its the most tempting, the most giving. but all i was doing was selling.

honey moons turn into an elixirs of whats been lost. rimed over with frost. i wish i forgot.

days turn into weeks and sooner or later ive missed the part where i was suppose to be in love.

suddenly the jealous seeps.

and the moments i held fond become moments of regrets.

i tried a new breath but the ever lasting mark keeps my mind reminded.

slightly guided toward forgiving.

never knowing if there could have ever been change.

its strange.

you were the first, and sadly not the last.

fire rose and fell back down into ash.

it all gathers up into trash.

wasted time, wasted my mind.

you hurt me deeply, but not so much i never saw the silver lining. maybe its psycotic, a bit problematic. i keep most of these feelings stuffed in an attic.

collecting dust, or maybe its ash from the burnt.

ive learnt that i wasnt enough, maybe you learnt how you killed my fun?

i still ponder on what ifs.

i still question if i made the right turn.

but whats done is done.

you werent the only one who burned the love.