Selfish of myself to think that the easiest way out would be the best,
I forgot everyone I know, but you.
It's still my fault that all the small things built up to a mess,
It's my fault that I didn't try to reach out.
But I need a minute more and sacrifice my own if it makes you happy.
I never wanted to weaponize you for my actions,
I never thought I would reach your vulnerability,
Instead courageous I could be.
Sometimes there is a trigger, and it pushes me deeper then I've been before.
May you didn't know I'd leave,
But I felt you in the sunrise when the light broke through the leaf canopies,
On some moments I wished your hand touches mine.
Those small things I do are all to get back to you.
Why does my heart cry?
Never denied the feelings I fight,
It's just you and your love I want.
To be honest I'm really impatient but only for you, I would wait a decade to get a message and I don't know if I go too far when all I want is to know who you are.
