Some time left —

I prayed for you to love me,

but turns out god had a much bigger plan and made me write a book 

just about our story. . .

Oh, I abused my own heart 

by choosing a fantasy and ignoring certain reality. 
just wounds all over my skin,

and there I go holding my drained face;

pain turned numb feeling absolutely nothing. 

What a feeling to feel, than to feel everything. 

I was once a trophy, now forgotten change left on the floor. 

waiting for someone to maybe want me. . . Once more. 

And god, we were black and blue and I sat at the door waiting for us to heal but over time it all just started to reveal that maybe we were never real —

It was all hopeful to hopeless in the end, begging for just more time. 

I was too much and you were never enough 

& 

till death do us part 

to ripping eachother apart.

I ran away from you 

to run back to me. 

my love was written in pen,

yours all but written in pencil. 

It all might be erased but in certain sunlight . . .

I can see the indents of your old words. . .

With just some time left

I have learned to not take your words. . .

to heart.