After the rose,
Their world started to fall:
all that they built,
all that they worked for,
all ruined.
She started to realize,
that, after all,
she didn't loved him that much...
She didn't like the way he acted,
she was ashamed of herself,
acting the wrong way,
doing the wrong things,
being judged by her closest friends,
joked by her enemies.
She loved the rose,
but she didn't loved him,
So, in a cloudy afternoon,
She turned to him and said:
"I'm sorry it's not you,
It's me,
We're over,
That's how things have to be."
"But why?- he said-
Why does it has to end?"
"I don't love you
and I'll not fool you
or play with your feelings,
it's better this way."
And then she left him behind,
Trying not to stay,
Trying to run away.
The time passed,
she ignored him a little,
so that he could overcome
all that they had been trough.
But he didn't understand,
he was mad at her,
so he started to joke her,
he started to be ironic,
despicably stupid.
She tried to understand,
She tried to talk,
but he didn't stop,
So she stoped it.
She was so tired to being joked,
She was so tired of him,
That they had a fight.
After that she never spoke to him again,
and he did not speak too.
She is misses the conversations,
the discussions,
the times they spent,
but now it's too late,
now there's only hate.