It's not my job to fix what you have broken

By Rim

 I'm still dying.

But it's not my job to fix what you have broken

I'm still fighting for us

You have left an ache in my heart that I don't think will ever be fully healed.

I tell myself that you still love me

That you didn't mean to hurt me

But it's all excuses I made, I know!

Roaming in my vein, aren't you tired?

Like an insatiable fire

Don't apologize 

You only get satiated when it is too late

My love is as deep as the sea

I definitely have clinomania

You come across and asked me if I was okay

Magically melting like candy on fire

Knowing that us is just ephemeral

But don't you remember our first last kiss? 

How could things change into their opposites, 

From love to hate. 

From dulcet to repulsive

Facking scenes in my head is a figment

But is also a habit

You and I are miscible

A perfect story lived a million times in my head, but knowing that dreams never come true!

I woke up with euneirophrenia

And I felt sort of Eudaemonia

They say our love is amorphous

I say it's just our paradox. 

So let me tell you gently

That i breathtakingly heart stoppingly dangerously love you


Clinomania: Excessive desire to stay in bed.

Ephemeral: Things that don't last forever are ephemeral.

Dulcet: sweet

Repulsive: disgusting

Eudaemonia: means the state of being lucky or happy. 

Euneirophrenia: the peace of mind that comes from waking up from a pleasant dream. 

Figment: a thing that someone believes to be real but that exists only in their imagination. 

Amorphous: indefinite, shapeless. 

Paradox: The beginning of the end.


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