you looked at me one day,
saw all these little scars on my heart,
painted them into birds flying in the orange horizon,
I loved you for this.
you looked at me one day,
thought you were the reason for my smile -you were-,
and that gave you an upper hand in destroying the layer of fantasy that covered my soul,
I thought this was good for a relationship,
but you weren't happy and neither was I.
one day you said I don't deserve you,
yet I know I did but what was unfair was me to you,
you didn't...