He had a charm that was called love, as months passed, problems arrived, test or not, fate or not, everything made sense, when the ocean formed a huge wave and wiped away all the confusion, it then made sense that he no longer was in love, the charms that I saw, the love that I uses to feel are crushed in the palms of his hands, I am falling into pieces because I love him so much, but I just wanna drink away my pain and feel my lungs burn and dance the night away, blame it on my heart break but I want to be left alone, It kills me to see him with someone else but I still have to, Iife has a twist in it’s own twisted way, drinking sipping and smoking is the only way that can cure the pain I feel in my heart because when I do the toxic things I feel pain in my stomach so I rather feel pain on my stomach than my heart love, for a brief moment it distracts me completely, it’s like a addiction and depression mixed.