I have so many pictures
I took out of frames,
Burned them outside
—watched them eaten by flame.
I hope this will be the start of me
and the end of their game.
But I’m afraid that maybe my lost
will be their gain.

"Take as many pictures as you can.
Not everyone gets the same moment twice."

Our friendship started to sound like it was just me,
putting my world there
—telling you that you’re welcome there
when yours gone topsy-turvy.

While I was just someone
who’s only good to stay at your doorstep

"It still hurts how we have to end the things we tried so hard to work on together, how we conquered so many fights before and how we finally lost the last one.

‏ Your attempt to make me happy, makes me more happy than the thing you did.