I shouldn’t have been me for you, I shouldn’t have sold my heart the second I had the chance, I shouldn’t have let this artery wait five years to harden from hiding and hurt from holding more than half of my heart for you.
In the very beginning, I didn’t have a choice and I’ve been nearly on my knees ever since then and god, there has never been considered mercy to my wretched love.
After all the pining and waiting and hiding and ignorance and everything that can happen in the span of 5 times of 12 months,
I’m still here, aching for release, aching to be me while being with you.