i never thought it was possible– that something i deemed to be true was nothing but a spur of the moment type of truth wherein you just compulsively deny everything i should believe in. it was a dull feeling, knowing i wasn't the only one who sees this side of you. i was meant to feel special or so, as what you promised that night. i can't fathom the words you are using. is there any depth to it, a substance, a code to crack? or is it just as shallow as your tears? you severed ties in clandestine with uncertainty but you know something's for sure: i'm still here. you are free to love but you don't know the boundaries. you are switching lanes and crossing lines. my chest feels hollow as i concede to the fact that i'm yours but you're not mine alone.
