look at me now.

Saturday 2 January 2016

a knock, you again.

It hit me, without a warning as everything else that comes when I'm not ready. Said one day we'll go through it together, find a way, a cure. Promised we'll get through one way or another. Although I knew, believed you wouldn't, you did. Leaving, if it makes you happy, if it'll get you further and closer to what you're searching for- then anything for you. These are the only thoughts I let in when it comes to you. Can't wish for more, won't be where I'm not wanted, shouldn't stay where I'm not needed.

Thought by now it should all be gone,
but it's still there. Still the same.

-riri-

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