Somewhere along the way, you stopped needing me.

Happened to me in love, i started with excess.

All I remember of our endless conversations is laughter. You made me laugh, at myself, at the world, at you, at our craziness and our harsh troubles.

It was simpler then, wasn’t it? When conversation was the only thing we wanted; when we looked for nothing and expected less.

Somewhere along the way, you stopped needing me.
As I look back, it seems unfair - you kept slipping away, And one morning, I woke up and realized


Your voice grew less effective.

Love? A word.

No more, no less.

I can’t bear being a matter of convenience.

I close my eyes and all I can see is black.

The color of the dress you were wearing.

It took me six months. Countless cigarettes and bottles of vodka.

One hopeless morning when you walked away leaving me bleeding, like a wide wound.

I left myself behind and became no one. A shadow without a self to call its own.

I knew your power over me was gone.

I threw everything away, but I kept the hope. Don’t ask me why.

Most pure kind of happiness I’ve ever experienced.

Weak sunshine, wintry air and your cold hands.