I just fathom up the fact that,I am still here. We both loved, we were both involved in the fire, we were both involved in the destruction. But here I am standing in the ruins of the fire that you started first. Here I am after the war of you. Here I am after gaining the weight of you and all the vows you gave me. I am still at a time when I was still the one you want, I am still at the place where you didn't tell me about her yet, I am still at the place, at the figment of my imagination, i am still here because you gave me no choice.
-s.
YOU ARE READING
bleeding.
Poetrya number of times when the world of 26 alphabets held me because no one else would.
