Speechless.

You took away my words, when you broke my heart the way you did and I still miss you.

You stole our dreams when you played the games you did. How was I to know how fake it was, when you believed it yourself?

I still love you.

What do you do when all the hurt you cause others catches up to you?

My words, my dreams and my focus escape me.

I wouldn't change it.

Broken hurts at the start, but makes you stronger in the end and I am resilient.

Strong.

Better.

But I and D will continue to love and miss you.

The thief takes only what is given

The evil within man frightens me, but does not surprise me.

The lack of conscious and the darkness of your soul are reminders of the danger a blinded love holds.

I will survive, there is no question, but what will become of you when they find out?

How long does a lie last? Does it last longer than a memory, longer than love, longer than time? Does it linger past our last breath or is it forgotten in an anonymous, lust filled moment?

If love is nothing but a lie, will it matter after we are gone? After you have forgotten me?

If a lie is all love has been, why do I remember you? Should you forget me, remember this moment.  Remember my eyes, my mouth, my words... while you were a thief, I offered you my soul.