it started without a reason
it became my reason
and the thing that shattered me the most
is that it ended without a reason
just like how it started
I have been looking for justifications ever since
The answer is not blowing in the wind
I have let the wind play with my hair
The wind does not whisper anything
the wind just leaves me with messy hair
maybe they were friends
I would never know
I should stop looking for answers
it can never be my happiness
it can’t be my reason
reasons do not leave even if people do
It is as lame as that
It will always be
