i'm tired of believing that you'd turn on your heels and run into my arms again
i want to stop myself from writing songs and poems about you but your face has fucked my brain out
and i'm telling you that my heart shatters every time i look at the rearview mirror
these days i've been wanting you to miss me, at least, for once in a while
even though i must be in the outer space to expect you to do so...
—Zayn
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CHARCOAL - ziam
FanfictionThe aftermath of a young poet, Zayn and a not much younger doctor, Liam's affair. - - - - - - - All poetries are originally written by the writer.
