on venom

all is well until something, right? and you just have to wait for that something to see how and what and why. well, my just came and bit me, spreading the venom of disappointment and hurt all over my body. and while I will be cold at the airport waiting for my flight, your lips will be gliding over someone elses'. while I will spend my life loving you, you will spend yours exploring your freedom. and even though, I think I can do it, I feel it raping me painfully until the end of my capacity to endure. I will wait for you to come back to me completely, but if not... then I will break into pieces.