Is this really fucking or it is the art of making love without saying it really is? Would you like to tell that it's me you really miss? And not the thoughts, the memories, the wonderful bliss. Will you save me from this dark abyss? Chaos. Heartbreaks. Unclear future rests before us. Will you be there? Or will I not? This agony is sucking all of my energy. A poem for fuck's sake is here. For our unknown breakup. For the unspoken heartbreaks. And for all of the nights you've kissed me... Without saying "i love you" to me.