The day a wolf became a prey.

There's always a time in your life when you discover you are going to end up running away from everything. The perspective around you shows an outcome that it is not pretty to look at, you can't feel well at practicly anywhere you are.
Maybe I do am a lot less than I thought, maybe I am not the person I wanted to be, maybe I am even more of a coward than I thought I actually was. Maybe I am just no good enduring everything I've put myself trough.
I don't know where the answer could be. I don't even know what to do now.
I'm just a little scared fucker cornered inside its own massive self destructive world.
Where are you?

Doubts.

Almost all the time I act like I have not the slightest doubt. About anything.
But I do, I really do.
And I don't know how to act, most of the time. I'm doing things for this to move forward and for us to become something, and I'm so SO scared of the final outcome of this.'Cause I'm not really playing safe here.
I'm so full of doubts now. All the time. It wasn't like that before. I don't even know why I'm writing all of this, it really won't solve anything. I think I just had to let it out.
I hope there's something down there on the road for us.

Just follow the highway.

You DO know that everything comes to an end. I used to think that end between us had to be the death of one of us, that nothing else could make us fall apart from each other.
But I was wrong.
What really has dragged us apart is my own path. The road I've started to follow. And YOUR road. The one you don't want to walk. The one you keep avoiding no matter what.
I can't pretend I will follow the same road as you'll do, or that I can walk it for you. You have to realize that on your own, and TAKE THE WHEEL. For your own sake. And I'm sure you're gonna be happy as long as you do that, because in that moment you will be LIVING YOUR LIFE. Just like that. It doesn't matter if you live it with someone else, I just want to see you fullfilling your dreams and getting everything you want.
I don't care about the rest, as long as you don't stay at the same place you're now. 'Cause then I would be sad. So please carry on. There's many surprises awaiting you down there.
Me? I will carry on. I am trying to take my wheel whilst making some sense out of what happens around me. I try my best every day to live my life in a way it makes an impact on something, somewhere or someone. And you know what? I'm enjoying it like crazy. Even though you're not here by my side. Even though I have to give a little extra something to smile and be as cool as always. Like if nothing had happened. It did, and it hurts, 'cause ripping you away from my life broke something inside me. I'm not sure if you and me are two parts of an equal but I do know that I LOVED YOU and I gave you EVERYTHING I had. 'Cause that's who I am, I can't give half of myself. And that's probably wrong but it's a long habit I can't get rid off that easily. I guess I would never do.
Luckily we both will keep living and the roads of life have many curves. Maybe one of those curves drags us close to each other again someday. Maybe not. But meanwhile just LIVE. That's the only favor I'm asking. Don't wait for nothing, not even for me. I'm going forward. And I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow.

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Yeah WHATEVER.

Maybe I'm not for you after all. Maybe it was all just a whim of yours. Maybe I'm just here holding on, chewing on whatever you have for me, the few spare bits you have inside you because I'm a hopeless stupid.
I don't know what it needs to be done for you to realize. Or maybe I'm the selfish bastard who wants just everything, every shit you have for me, or every rose. Maybe I should not be punishing myself for this. But maybe I'm just too fucking self-destructive.

I have a memory. I remember I died and make it to paradise, and it's not what they describe.

There was no magic, nor life was all colorful.

For much time I watched winged beings pass around me, with happy but blurry faces,

knowing joy but not love.

The experiences I had beside you, to came to know you, allowing you to be the only one to

truly know me, to be able to explore each other and lost ourselves in the original sin

is not an example of what is love.

Pity them, the angels and demons, they don't know how to recognize love when they have it

in front of them, 'cause many times you've been just between them.

But I notice, looking into your eyes I find love just the way it is... beautiful and perfect.

I have a memory. That I died and never again I saw the paradise in your eyes, for since the

very first time I saw it, you left me blind.

So this is what's all about huh?
You need to lose me first?
Maybe I got here too late?
HOW LONG MUST I WAIT for this kind of words come out of your mind, dedicated to me?
NEVERMIND. Who wants your poetry anyways?
HERE'S YOUR FUCKING ANGEL.

I hate this bitch. SERIOUSLY.