On December 24th we talked again and you acted that everything was fine and that nothing ever occurred in the first place. I played along with that and you pulled me to dance with you with an old-timey song. I don't know if I should be glad about this outcome. I'm not sure whether you're okay or you pretending to be one. Can't you trust me enough with what's happening to you?
Why can't I see through you?
YOU ARE READING
You were my constant
RandomMy body felt like it was in constant hallways that were always endless yet when I saw you at the end for the first time in years I felt alive. That after all those endless hallways my end was with you.
