Untitled.

I have been seeing you everywhere
I have been imagining your scent washing over me
From day one and till this very second
I could think of you all the time
And yet fall over stupid oneliners you failed to make
I could hate you for all that you did to me
And still love you till the earth drops
I never wanted closure, I wanted you
I never wanted to let go, I wanted to cling to you
Making you feel the weight I carry
For all the times you made me worry
You would never know how often I hurt
How often I bore the urge to dig up a hole
And bury myself in it
Not to take my own life, and not to hide 
But just so that you would know
How I felt whenever you ran away
From me.

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