it's cold outside,
still, here I am,
standing by the window
and waiting
for your shadow,
despite the darkness,
I still wanna see you,
they said it's not good
for me,
this routine that we keep
doing is unhealthy
for me,
but I really dont care,
as long as I get to see you,
because you promised me,
no matter what, you will be
here, that you will come
back, all that matter now is
the time and its consequences.
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Unsettled Emotions
Poetryjust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
