When did it end?
When did I stop craving your attention?
For your care?
When did I start to distance myself?
When did I stop caring?
When did my walls go up? '
Facing grief due to division without wanting to let go. It’s funny,
I used to feel your presence and anxiously wait to see you...
And now?
I disappear when you are around.
I dread this feeling!!!
Is it me?
You’re my everything, and that will never change.
But for now,
Please let me fly.
I don’t want to do this alone, but I want space.
Maybe then I’ll be back to you. Maybe then things will go back to how it was. Wishful thinking, I know, but hey, a little wish never hurt anybody, yeah?
Things are gonna be okay!
Cerry
- Author: cerry ( Offline)
- Published: September 22nd, 2023 01:45
- Category: Unclassified
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