You start with a dash of self hate.
Throw in some depression
Add the self isolation
And I forget
The way my heart filled when you grabbed my hand.
I don't want the long distance.
I want you in my arms
In my bed
Practicing a future we both know will never exist.
Two years, I said
And then what? You replied
And then i'll be done
With what? You asked
I'll be done. I said. Such finality.
So how can I build anything.
Best to let things die.
One day i will like you so much, I won't want to burden you with me.
Don't let me go just yet.
I need to hold on, just a little while longer.
Hold my hand. Just a little bit longer.
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