Crash and burn.

I believe in love, unlike you.
I believe in fairytales come true.
I believe in sweet words and real feelings. Gentle touch, warm embrace.
The right time the right place.
Crash and burn, and then you learn that love makes you blind, deaf and vulnerable.
Once it's over you open up your eyes,
and see what you made it all to be.
So perfect, so unreal - that now you blame yourself for believing his lying betraying words.
You blame yourself for being so naive that you couldn't see.
That is no matter what, it could never be.
The end is a beginning for both.
Me and him.
But the words unsaid is a thing I'll regret.