YOU BETTER BELIEVE IN GHOST STORIES

The shattered pieces of my soul were crumbling upon my feet, yes, I planted my own wisteria with the company of my roaring agony and there happened a ricochet burst every time I tried to move my feet. There, my burning love could not tear apart that wisteria, it must have become a ghost cursing your name and tying me up even more firmly to the ground that held my shattered hoax, which was proudly named love back then. Somehow, reality crept in there. Oh, how treacherous and sly it was. How fortunate, the truth was even more treacherous than what you did. The truth was the only one sharp enough to cut that wisteria off. And there I landed on my feet once again. The bravest thing I have ever done was burn that wisteria with my salty tears so that it can never find me again. Me and the ghost of my love, we can collect and put all the shattered pieces back together, even if we create a billion-piece puzzle of my heart. It will be stronger than ever once we leave your hoax out of it. They say what you seek is seeking you, I am not seeking water for the branches of your hoax that crumble upon my heart, darling, I am looking for a knife.

Your sweet and treacherous hoax will haunt only you now, you are the one who killed it. I, on the other hand, befriended its ghost.