the dull pain that pierce through nothingness

it fucking haunted me again, on a peaceful yet scorching hot Thursday night, I guess the awful selsery reminded me of the flaming hell we used to share.

i was even puzzled by myself in the nightmare, for i was still so crazy about you, and the climax of the nightmare was when you walked away from her.
brick by brick, the wall came tumbling down again, followed by the strings of pearls spilling down my face. It ripped through my muscles and my bones. You are crowned again, in my hollowness.

I woke up, as though I was still bearing the open wound, but I don't even have to attempt to hide the pain anymore. The emotion got walled off behind a mask of coping, easily.

True love is cruel, for it's a grand kingdom with no room for novelty, 

nothing ever worn off here, 

or rather, no one.