Tangles of the Mind

A. Harris

to the boy with the stormy blue eyes, getting you to speak is like pulling teeth.

you took my heart all those months ago, although you never gave it back.

you told me you'd grasp me to the end; however i never thought i'd be the one letting go.

this strikes through my mind, wondering if i should've stayed.

i'm severly happier without the bond of souls, as i've connected with another.

although, i do miss the feeling of your hand in mine.

the pierce of fangs allows my sky to bleed, as liquid grief falls from my eyes.

i'm terrified you'll one day leave, and i regret not hugging you as tight the last time your presence graced me.

my soul will always belong to you,

the boy with the stormy blue eyes.