And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

How could she be someone’s mistake?

If ever again, someone says to go to the market, where hearts are sold in exchange for melancholy souls, never would I go.

Never would I wait, if ever again someone says— not to.

This is a girl you can’t keep. You aren’t allowed to.

In that silence, I dream to be.

But I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache.

Remember, you always will be.