I’ll stay this way, so the next time that I will see you, I won’t feel anything but pain.
you just have to accept that you are not meant for him and he will never ever be meant for you.
There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I’ve never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss,
I’ve never known
you know what’s saddening, the fact that I am pretty aware that we won’t workout yet I am still here. still fucking here. here where you left me.
the world is alive, don’t ever think it would stop just for you.
that string of pain joyously wandering inside your system. sinking deeper and deeper as time passes you by. resting in your heart for quite some time, not even minding how emotionally tired you are from enduring its torture every single day.
and i don’t want the world to see me, coz i don’t think they’ll understand.
I promise heartaches, headaches and a stomach full of butterflies.