What's the point of holding on
when I'm no longer waking up
to your mumbled thoughts?
What's the point of trying to keep up
when you're no longer buying
the same drink as mine?
I would never stop caring,
it's just that I've been growing
to the sleepless nights
and unconscious behavior
My feelings are expanding,
but to anyone,
I'm starting to be heartless
Another time you come back,
that's the time for me to leave
And when I leave,
I leave my past behind
I'm sorry that you'd never
get a chance to apologize,
but you'll be sorry for changing me
from who I was.
—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.
