I have an extreme anxiety Of doing new things So I don’t have much things in my life That are new same friends same clothes same lonely nights same favorite movies Wiping away the dust off my dreams looks much easier than 170 heart beat per minute.
We had a fight In the airport Before five minutes of his flight He hugged me Like a fabric hugging an ice cube Both can’t feel anything Saying goodbye wasn’t hard Saying goodbye this way is what broke my heart.