Here on these walls are the ends of stories, relationships that I can't explain anymore. I'll leave my heart open, but no one will stop by, and it stays empty. She'll always tell me in the morning that she doesn't feel the same way, and it seems like those will be the words on my tombstone. And I'm gone now. I'm falling, I have no tether. Maybe that's because I've been holding on too tight, with no sort of buffer.
I guess you can't change your true colours. But even so, I imagine us together. I'll see us standing in front of a sunset, even though I'm broken, and my heart is still untamed. And I'm gone again. I'll fall into the flames alone, the true consequences of not being able to let go. I accept it. I'm manipulative. I'll give her hope and spend her love until she's broken. And then I regret it all when I'm alone. And I've been waiting for this time to arrive when I finally want to chase you down. But running after you is hopeless - you're unattainable.
It'll never change. And I'm not sure I want it to. This is just the story of my life now.
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Sing To Me Instead
Short StoryA collection of thirty shorts - my NaNoWriMo project for 2021. All of these are based off of songs that I really love, so give them a listen while you read. There will be angst, awkwardness, and hopefully funny and cute scenes. There will also be...
