Why is it that
when i think of you,
a pain blooms within my chest
and after awhile,
i feel empty.
when I thought of your lips,
my eyes would tear--
and my dreams would hunt me.
i would read all your messages,
and my head would explode
for all the thoughts that scared me.
i would say that i'm okay, i'm fine
i'm perfectly capable of being left alone
by the boy i never left behind;
but then, i would be lying
to you
to myself,
and i don't want to
but it's so usual for me to say those words
just to remind you that
i'm okay.
i'm fine.
i'm perfectly capable of you leaving me behind;
even though all these words are petty lies.
- m.m
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Şiirthe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
