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Bye


Don’t look at me that way. You knew this day would come from the moment we looked into each other limbal rings. It always ends this way. You come into my life and succom to my flames. They bring the light you’ve been searching for in the darkness, bury your demons. Not letting you get too close because if you do you would hate me too. The others do. Falling in love with a siren who will only destroy you in the most dreadful way in her sea filled with sorrow. No, it has to end like this. While you aren’t in love, but at the edge, I have to leave you. From the moment you said hello my hello was goodbye.
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