When you say thank you to me, for some reason it hurts, like a magic spell that doesn’t get undone even after the good bye. A hint of bitterness. The flavor of life. Stuck midpoint between friends and lovers, like an un-riped fruit dreaming about the day of harvest because of being unable to just move one more step forward what’s causing this frustration baby. When you say thank you to me, for some reason it hurts, like a magic spell that doesn’t get undone even after the good bye. A hint of bitterness. The flavor of life. Sweet talk and tasteless conversations. It sparks no interest in me even when things do not go the way you want it doesnt mean you’ve thrown your life away. When asked ‘ whats wrong?’ I answer ‘its nothing’ The smile that disappears after goodbye. It’s unlike me. The more i wish to believe in you, for some reason it hurts even more ‘I like you a lot’ instead of ‘i love you’ sounds more like you. The flavor of life. The period when you suddenly remember the scent of someone you had almost forgotten. I want to be able to openly and honestly cherish the white purity of the falling snow more. A future tender and warmer than a diamond. I want to grasp it, in this limited time we have, iI want to spend it with you. When you say thank you to me, for some reason it hurts, like a magic spell that doesnt get undone even after the good bye. A hint of bitterness. The flavor of life.
