Sh.

I'll let you in on one secret,

As if you didn't even know it before.

There are three things I never believed in;

Promises,

Men,

and Love.

It's easier to believe one could conjure a bunny out of a hat,

Than believing a promise one would tell you.

It's easier to believe pigs can fly,

Than believing what comes out from a man's mouth.

Except if it's your lecturer-slash-teacher who gives information,

Or your father.

Because he is the only man that would never break your heart.

It's easier to believe that magic is real,

Than believing in love.

How ironic it is,
Because what I write,
Are always purely out of love,
But what I create,
And what I hide inside my heart,
Are two different things.

I'd rather die during bungee-jumping,

Backpacking in Greece,

Or being stabbed by a mugger,

Than dying of a broken heart.

You just can't trust anyone these days.

I used to wear my heart on my sleeves,

But now I protect it like a dragon protects its treasure.

You've been warned to not come any closer.