How harder should it be or should it get...

What else can you ask of me? A sweet pain... A gentle venom that reminds you of her presence by giving you moments of relief before striking again.
How to endure such attitude but with peace, resignation and a smile! 

Devilish smile of yours... Bringer of doom to my heart until a new sun may arise again to torch what is left of life in me.

You may have stolen years from me but I stole moments from you to the oblivion of your soul, to haunt you until the end of days. A grave of regret is waiting for you, bricks and mortar made out of your denials and lies.

I'll see you again... At the bottom of our fights until words can't come out and we end seeing we could have had each other.

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