Even in my sleep, I kept you close.
I held you carefully in my arms like eggs,
Afraid to break this thing called "love".
A feeling that I thought we both shared.
Some things never really changes,
Like when I watched you break me into pieces.
Bad memories of how you left without a footprint cloud my mind like fog in the early mornings.
I was told to stay away, but this thing called "love" blinded me.
We don't choose who hurts us, but you looked so real or pretended to be,
For I ignorantly pursued for your torture as though it were medal.
But you taught me, that no matter how real this thing called "love" is, it can also betray.
