I'm laying in my bed, holding the photos of you in my hand.
I'm staring at them, feeling kinda pathetic.
I know I said, that I needed space.
But maybe, just maybe, for once I needed you to not being able to let me go.
Maybe for once, I needed for you to say that you couldn't deal with the space.
Maybe for once, I needed for you to grab me and pull me back.
But you didn't, you didn't even care, it didn't bother you, at all.
I'm laying here in my bed, falling asleep to the photos of you, while I'm getting more and more empty, knowing you don't care.
YOU ARE READING
The words I never say.
PoetrySome of my favorite quotes. I also myself made some, but it's not everyone that's mine and I will give credit if it ain't someone anonym.
