Sunset on January

He is something else.

He has two different sides
the human being he pretend to be at 2 p.m and the monster at 2 a.m.
I have seen how beautiful his laughter and how excited he was when he told stuff he loves
he speakes a lot, but in the end he chose to be quiet somehow.
He texted me when he's up past midnight
Either good or bad that the day he has been through,
I could feel his pure soul talked in the silence of night.
It felt like he was coming home.
Sometimes I replied the text in the next day, he didn't complain.
He never asked more from me,
he never did.
I have seen how dark he was, the last wall that anyone couldn't reach
the monster that living inside of him.
But somehow
he is careless.
He tried to close all the doors but at the end he let me in.
I can't never understand what kind of case is this
The one who told you that he loved you then proceeded to leave.
What hurts is that we never really said goodbye,
we just kind of ended.
But besides, he's still on my kind of Wishlist that I wouldn't give it up

You were the one who always had my heart, you know?