Thunder

Like the Thunder, the warning was loud and clear but you acted deaf to destroy.

Our paths

Let’s go with the flow he romanticized, even after knowing that our paths were parallel.

Version of love

“The truth is that I am your dead past

And she is you lively present.

Even though I hate her with all my heart for stealing what was mine,

A part of me which loves you is jealous and happy at the same time

Because she is your favourite, just like how you are mine;

Indirectly she’s the version of me that I’ll never be which you will love.”