I am staring at the photos
Wondering when it all started
When did you fall out of this
When did I stop making you smile
When did I start hurting you
Since then?
Was it that superficial
No
Not the thing
But the love
Was it not worth fighting for?
Weren’t I worth fighting for?
Maybe ours started in the way it was ended
De ja vu, I guess
Maybe ours was watered with lust and a pinch of love
The way we go through
Was all fertilized with our worldly needs
We forgot the core
We forgot, are we ever still in love?
(For I am)
We are on the boundary of love and lust
Maybe you just wanted me
You wanted every shit of me
But that’s what we were
Ours on mine
Was a very hard thing
You made it harder than with what is hers before
All that I deserve in an aspect was kept in the dark
All remains in the dark
Now I realize,
No matter how hard I cry
You will never hear the emotions lying beyond these sobering cries
For you will never be wanting to be deceived again by this voice
No matter how I effortly dress myself
You will never appreciate the beauty of the curves
For you have seen my scars
I can never make you choose me
For you are afraid of this
No matter how hard I try
I will never be your choice
Your proudest choice
Maybe it’s not because you are not the right person for me
But maybe because
I am too dangerous
Too dangerous to hold on to
- Cliché of Feeling - September 19, 2020
- In the Blink of an Eye - September 19, 2020
- Cautious - May 10, 2020
