I told myself I will not whim into a song but then in order to make perfect sense out of the unjustifiable, I had no choice than to crack down into these pieces with no tune.

I withered undawned with any possibilities of seeing you. You crave for such beauty that I try so hard to understand when we both convinced ourselves that no regret shall be made.

I battle and cry to myself like a lost little girl caught up in the sobbing rain. As it is, I still chose to linger on these last days that I am with you. I find it nonetheless good that by the time we will part ways, I have drowned terribly in these soon-to-be-lost memories of us.

You call it melodrama, I call it a fight