When did I become this?
When did I become such a romantic idiot?
When did I grow to be a poet?
( If I am to be called that...)
When did I start to love being unloved?
When did melancholy become my fuel?
When did my motto change and became
‘Lets take you for granted and forget you, then yearn for you all over again’?
When did she decide to overwrite my destiny?
And how can she live with that?
How can I live with that?
How can I change that?








