This love of ours struggles to survive the looks...
but is it ours really...

I breathe in deeply trying to calm down
is it bad that sometimes I don't want to breathe...

It hit my heart when you shrugged me away
my illusion shattering within that one moment...

She turned her back on the past
And pinky-promised herself to be strong...

We sat wallowing in our loneliness until the day...
not to be pushed aside but to be picked up by our...

When I count the people I can turn to,
my left hand looks with envy at my right...

Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by the ache in my...
As if they could hear me, as if the words would...

I wonder if she could see the laughter run across...
Anxiety took over and sent my ring spinning in...