Candace Camisado™ [Doesn't Fight Fair]

when losing feels like winning.

iwiniloseiwiniloseiloseiloseilose i lost you.
I lost the feeling that this would be a bad thing. 

Silly boy, I don’t even know the color of your eyes, everything still smells,tastes,feels like him. But it’s more like a memory waiting to fade. When love starts feeling like a relapse, its time to sleep. Maybe when I wake up the sky will be another shade of blue and the iron machine pumping deep within my chest will push out the last traces of your name and I’ll feel like a member instead of a passer-by. 



Is this the part where they hand me my emotions? 
I’m like a ghost town after the storm.