Before long, I stopped in my tracks.
Sorry,
I guess you’re going to be my next mistake.
??: You yesterday...
If you’re just going to start that again, stop it.
I don’t even understand myself, but
what’s the point of telling you I’m upset.
It’s a love I found because I hated the emptiness.
I feel like another error is going to happen soon.
I know I’m going to act selfishly, but
will you still love me... ?
My eyes are swollen, and my voice is hoarse.
I can hear the hum of the fan breaking the silence of dawn.
Our relationship has turned stale.
...
On a breakup with no recipe,
I put on decorative flowers.
We’re justmeeting each other because we hate being lonely.
In pride versus love, pride always comes first.
It’s obvious, with no room for misunderstanding.
Should I just end this between us?
