To sweep. Everything. A raging hurricane does less damage. He does not touch the soul. Body? Damn him.

Mind. Does not exist.

The soul is a solid bruise. Not from the blows. From one. Last one.

Crush. Trample Smudge. Turn into nothingness.

Pain. Blunt pain.

A heart? What are you talking about Cold as ice, hard as granite? No, worse. Knocks, of course. What for?

Consciousness: Alien Man? Nonsense. Emptiness. Pieces of phrases. A set of words. Scraps of emotions.

Distance. Cool. I do not want to shorten the distance. Let it remain so. Forever and ever?

I can not. Why? It is foolish to explain. Only you could crush the soul. Those bright, wonderful feelings that I could give. Give you, girl.

Spoiled child. Selfish and used to doing yourself comfortably. Cynical? No, not thinking about the consequences: Love? No, this is just a game for you. Let love yourself and be surrounded by attention. Play enough and quit. Find an object worthy. Do not take a step back. Only forward. This is pride. And pride. No, rather arrogance.

You feel. You know perfectly well when it is necessary to bring closer and say a kind word. When to press to yourself, and then push away again. The game of cat and mouse. Do you want this? Do you like? OK. Only now can I be a cat?

Affectionately rumbling? Heh: Released on the hunt, releasing claws. Doubt? And what do you know about me? Scraps of biography and flashes of emotions? Did you look into my heart? Through my rose-colored glasses, if only.

Did you try to understand me? Haha You used to be surrounded by attention. You missed a number of admiring little man. And here I got. In love, happy. Ready to protect, giving the opportunity to lean on the shoulder.

You did not consider one. Once I had to understand that you are not experiencing anything to me.

Passion? Desire to possess? Yes:

Trite. And I loved you so much. I admired and enjoyed you. God, it was enough for me that you are near. Next to me.

Uh-uh-uh: trampled. Ripped out by the roots.

Do you think I'm crying?

I feel bad and I do not know what to do? Do not sleep at night and think about you?

Everything is worse. Deafer. Sick. There is emptiness inside. It does not gnaw, does not show emotions. Emptiness. Nothing. Deadness It smells inanimate. Smoldering.

Is it again? Live nothing again. For nobody.

To live and warm the hope that someday I will have a loved one who will also passionately love me.