"I looked you dead in the eyes, as you uttered your goodbyes to me. And that's when I realized that, this might be the end of us and our journey, but this is definitely the start of something else.
This may be the start of a long journey of dealing with midnight madness, unfiltered tears, and bone chilling nightmares.
I knew, as of that moment onwards, that my mornings won't be the same. I'd be waking up with a sickening aftertaste in my mouth from all the lips I'd kiss, my throat would burn like my heart and I won't be able to find my way through my own house.
My books will be scattered like my thoughts all over, my bed will be messy, my drawings will be brunt, torn and forgotten, just like my dreams.
But when I saw you, you seemed to be fine.
That day, we didn't think of this, We didn't think this far ahead. At least I didn't. It didn't occur to me that it would be this painful, it almost seems not even worth it."
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A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
