Some days I'm not sure if I should still fight for you.
But everyday I wish you'd fight for me.
Some days I've come to terms with where we left eachother.
Some days I feel like we could still have a chance... but then I tell myself that I can't fix it this time. I can't take you from a life you've built without me.
I'll admit my ego gets in the way, I think I could love you best an give you what you need.
But these are the things we can't speak about.
Our relationship that was once so deep is now shallow. But I'm still drowning in desperation.
You were the one that always had ny heart you know?
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
