poetic ᶜᴴᴱᴺˢᵁᴺᴳ ✔

열다섯.

ｗｈｏｓｅ ｆａｕｌｔ
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it's my fault, it has always been
pretending that what's so obvious
can also be always seen.

I blamed you, still, here I am.
alone, sad, stuck at the
start of the set lane.

my mind had tricked me once again.

I promise, I really swear
I'll let you go, let you bloom,
while I'll slink into my shitty lair.

though there was more,
sticking to the very core.

another promise sailing my mind,
the thoughts tied inside—
all telling me to stop the lie.

as fast as you came
I'm willing to lose you;
like a fire touching the cane.

now I act selfish, I no longer care,
to say those three words out loud—
the feelings you and I apart tear.

I love you.