You caused my heart to bleed. And I still love you with all my blood-less heart, with all my broken pieces that would never be puzzled again as they were in the first place. I know that neither you, nor me is  the same, but the way you changed me is still hurting me. I feel like all I have done and felt before you was pointless and fade, like I was just a child struggling to walk and you came and taught me how to dance. You left down your gloves, you put your arms around my heart and left an undeletable fingerprint on it. You walked away, I PUSHED YOU AWAY with my selfishness, with my blind courage, I scared you with my feelings. You couldn't "feel back", so we fell apart. You smelt like safety and I thought that you were MY safeness. I pretended emotions that weren't for me. I watered illusions and let them bloom, but all I have raised were reeds full of thorns. So I ended up alone, with my hurting hands and heart, crying over reeds that were supposed to be daises, waiting for somebody who would smell like a mountain spring to wash away my bloody palms, my bleeding heart and to irrigate my desired daises.