you think you know me,
but really.you dont.
not at all.

you say you love me,
but do you really.

people say that loving someone is to allow them to hurt you,yet trusting that they wont.
its not love,when i dont even allow you to come close enough to be capable of hurting me.



he came bursting into the roof top garden
"wait.are either of you suicidal?"
"NO!" we went simultaneously


silently thinking to ourselves,
oh,if only he knew.