Whenever silence fills my head, the things I fear the most happen. Like, there he is, hanging like a strand of thread waiting to be executed-- an action, and a decision.
Should I let go? Cut the string? Forget?
I became too numb and it doesn't even matter anymore.
So no. Never. No matter how hard I try, how much I want to, I can't.
He is something I would voluntarily hold on to, even though he never knew.
A hoax I would gladly believe, whether he decides to stay or to leave.
Tell me, am I crazy for wanting you? My heart is longing for your presence, though not a single breath of yours mentioned my existence.
I tend to love you, need you, and miss you everytime. Even if I was never yours and shall never be mine.
You are a wonderful torture; something my heart can never bear-- but would do it anyway.