For a moment I thought I didn't love him.
In that moment I made myself believed that it was alright,
that this was enough.
Until I started wishing it was him next to me,
saving me the way he did.
That it was his hand, his lips,
instead of anybody else's.
That 3:58 1st October would last a bit longer
even though I knew-
where this was heading to.
Funny how you find yourself in what is lost
and lose yourself in the things you find.
I'm fine.
-riri-
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