Tangles of the Mind

another photograph

once again, another has been lost from my life; the boy with the inky brown hair.

but it isn't his fault, for i was the one who kept the other at arm's length.

i knew from the beginning this would be how it ends; although, a part of me was desperate to make him stay...

i wonder what could've been if he stayed, the thoughts tumbling from my mind like the tears of which roll down my cheek, staining my skin once more.

i bash my knuckles until they break and bleed, hoping to find relief, erasing the wretched feeling of loneliness, struck as he walks further away.

he hasn't realised he has a piece of what's mine, maybe he never knew he had it in the first place.

either way, i hope he doesn't break it.