Relief.

The healing is a difficult thing. A disaster. You have to struggle through a lot of self destruction. But when you're done. It's like reaching the goal and finish it in first place.

Dearest.

I never will love someone. Like I loved you. I promise you.

A world without poems would be less romantic, less fanciful, and less loveable

Illusions.

Believe me or not.
I'm fine.
That's true.
Even without you.

Sometimes it's okay to give up on people. Not everyone deserves a fight.

and you want to save me
no one can
but me.

you wonder why they never understood the matter
but sometimes you have to learn that they don't want to.

salt in wounds.