You Said The Heart Beats In A Morse Code, And You Changed Mine, To Your Own Rhythm In Exactly The Same Steps, It Took For You To Leave When Pain Arrived. I Remember Waking Up And Finding Everything; Smeared In Rain Drops Of Grief. It Had Been Raining All Night. Grief Sits In Front Of Me Like A Parasite, Again. It Has A Mournful Sound. When Everyone Is Too Arrogant To Feed It, I'm Blindly Kind. So, I Walk On The Edge Of Nostalgia, With A Bucket Full Of Memories, And My Shadow Walks Drunk. Now, You Call Me & Say, “I'm Sorry, I Had To Let Go.” You Smell Oddly Of Rum And Loneliness As Grief Lingers Behind. Listen, I Know Grief. I Know It's Nature. For I've Been Born To A Father Who Left, And Taught Me How Hatred In A Beautiful Way, Can Be Turned Into A Verb. Don't Feed It If You Don't Have A Purpose. Because Evidently, Grief Without A Purpose Is Just A Tragedy. You Convince Me That We Had A ‘Maybe In Another Life’ Kind Of Love. But I Don't Mind, Arriving In Every Existence Tinted With A Tender Sacrifice, Cursed With Nurturing The Grief Of Everyone I Love. Even When Something In Me Knows, You Didn't Leave Because You Had To, You Left Because It Was Easy For You.. #learntahardlesson #brutalsociety #selfishcruelworldwelivein #findwhatyouloveandletitkillyou #killedbylove #trashedlostandstrungout #onceawhoreyourenothingmore https://www.instagram.com/p/BuE7W_zlza6eqoFO-kB6unNsgE720L67kx6aeQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5555fbrscw7j