If I ever call you, because I know I will feel the need to, don't pick up.
Never pick up.
Or else I'll have to come back to you.
And neither of us needs that.
You know what I want to say... but this time, I can't.
I won't.
Those were the words you wrote to me.
The last words you scribbled on a paper for me to read when the sun rose the next morning.
I didn't know what hurt more at the time, but today I do.
I do, because I still keep your letter near me at night.
And I think about you when my phone rings.
I think about you when my shoulder stings even the slightest bit.
Now, I drink from the bottle, because I just can't be bothered to get a glass, unlike the time when I first met you.
I look at bills and laugh because you made a fool out of me when we first met.
I can't remember what your eyes looked like before that night anymore.
You were scared for me.
I always knew, since the moment I met you, I was defenitely not the first girl you held in your arms.
But I like to believe I was the first you held in your heart.
I don't blame you for leaving for my sake.
So I'm begging you,
don't blame me.
YOU ARE READING
blue » taemin
Fiksi Penggemarthere are different shades of blue and sometimes they just don't go along. @riceordie ; wattpad 2016 this is pure fiction - anything that resembles the real world or any other works is pure coincidence. enjoy reading ^^