Love stories are my biggest hauntings , I don’t know if it’s the fear of separation,
Or the fear of love devastation,
Or maybe the creation of betrayal,
Maybe it’s the fear of the person not being as loving as your imagination.
Some fear from spirits, some from death
But no one notices the lovin’ fate, the journey from love to hate,
The growth of thrid person ,
The process of slow poison to the heart.
Believing that living in this bubble would protect us from the world outside,
But it’s when you know the person you love is killing your insides.
That charm suddenly does , that love suddenly flies,
The moment of epiphany when you realise you’re loosing feelings for them , that slow sudden haunting.
Melancholy, waiting for something miraculous forcing yourself to stick with that love,
Love stories haunts me the most,
Cause one day we’d cross street together acting like the other one is the ghost.
Burying that love in our memories which we thought would be till eternity,
From talking everyday, to hardly talking ,
From avoiding other people to avoiding eachother ,
From sharing thoughts to getting caught with someone else ,
From fighting the world to be with eachother to learning the art of let go.
Love stories are my biggest hauntings cause the process is very exhausting,
Leaves with a pain that isn’t even real,
Cause Love Stories ends with Funerals lot happy endings.