the love within my heart

vanished into

thin air, accompanied

by tendrils of bloody smoke

and it never came back,

did it?

my heart itself

was practically an

illusion for

it was never there!

and i’ll say this

with a smile on my face,

because how else

should i tell you,

that i’ll never love you

like that?

with tears running

down my face?-

because that’s

not my style.

i’d rather go for

insane because

i’ll keep believing

illusions,

believing that

it will end

differently

this time