Enough

In the term of exhaustion, I came to its end.
And explode.
Simple things become complicated, easy smiles become mouth's flatlines.

Leaving thou is the hardest thing to do.
It is not what my heart wants, neither my mind.
Pride swallowed its own height, and sufferes in silent.

I would not labeled my price hanging on your fingertips.
Enough loving you like no other man in my life.
I only wish to dream that thou,
at least think of it for five seconds,
about loving me.