Don't talk to me about the stars  I'll tell you how real darkness is  I don't believe in your kind of love  I have traded my soul for peace  Spent nights in arms of my ephemerals  Woke up alone to sunrise  I opened myself up like a book  To be loved for a night.  I have been loved so wrong  In wanting to be loved right  Like a hotel for travellers on a lonely road  Nobody to stay here for a longer while  That's how I survive this life  Being a slut in your eyes.     More power to the all the sluts  Who are deeper than breasts and butts  You have been judged and tagged  And still live like you don't care  But, when night envelopes the sky  And you try try and try  You crawl for that love, for that guy  Who leaves you in the morning to just cry  Wearing a makeup to hide everything  And being mocked by filthy beings  Nights to days, days to nights  Hoping and believing guys' lies  But you, my slut, shouldn't be the one to cry  Paying a price, suffering and hu...
"When you kissed me the last time and we, or at least I, didn't know that it was the last time, I didn't kiss you enough. I thought I had a lifetime to do so, I took you for granted. Then, I used to think that it was my faith in our love that makes me believe in our forever, but, we all knew about the inevitability of ephemerals. I wish I would have, everytime, kissed you like it was the last time. That way, may be, it would have had hurt less when you left, may be I would not have had regrets of not loving you enough. Now, that we look at each other and feel nothing, I yearn for the part of me you took away with you, and, left behind a bottomless abyss of emptiness. To say, I felt empty, curling under my blanket, pressing my palm against my face and wailing in agony to not let any part of my reality escape the little world I had created under my blanket, far away from the real world. The real world didn't please me anymore, for there was no you in it. But, this emptin...