Her hips never bored the weight of any offspring, but she’s spread herself thin for you.

Her young bodacious breast decorate the palms of your hands. Innocence convinces her to run this race toward your heart, not yet comprehending how many times you’ll make her stumble until she reaches her end.

She will become familiar with anger of an ocean anchoring her breath like shards of glass.

And this.. this is who you turning her become? Her childlike heart was on borrowed time.

Now she left you on the edge of another wold she could never show you, a place she wont able to find you.

Some part of her make you uneasy; made you see what love should be

And now you see my dear, love is free, but it is not silent!

It is not logical!

Love knows no boundaries. Love could stray but it is always there.

She will sense that another woman exists within you when you kiss her. She’ll notice your touch slightly different now. And then it’s she will stop competing in race she not even deserve.
 And that's how you will lose her.

- February 11th