some nights i whisper your name to myself only,
when i’m in the dark, alone, just so i’m sure that i didn’t forget about the sound that it has on my ears, or the taste that it causes in my tongue.
some nights i keep on reliving our goodbyes, just so i’m sure that i did everything i could to let you know that i will always love you, even though i can’t love you. at least not anymore.
some nights it gets so rough that i need to stop myself from calling you at three in the morning, just so i’m sure that the butterflies are in there still, waiting.
some nights the miss of you hits me very fucking hard, i even convince myself that i no longer have strength to keep fighting against my love for you.
and i even believe that, when i lie down and cry just like the first time you broke my heart, and just like the second time and the last one too. i really believe that i’m weak when it comes to you, because i can’t handle being away from you, even though i know that there is no way we can be together.
indeed you’re my weakness.
and some nights, every night, i keep telling myself that i won’t fall any further, even though i’ve reached the rock bottom.
