“I dont know” was my response when you asked me if I still love you
the world stopped for the both of us as I wondered on the thought of me, being selfish or being true and yours upon the realization that maybe, just maybe my love for you is fleeting
neither of us was speaking and the silence echoed through the depths of my head and you uttered ‘oh’
that moment, I knew that you gave up on me, and my inner indecisiveness
I crumbled upon the guilt of telling you those words, so instead I let my tongue do the talking and said 'maybe'
cause it was never hard to say
but it is always hard to face
the reality of being responsible to someone
as if I have to breathe through somebody’s pair of lungs and scratch the loneliness with someone else’s fingers
we parted I changed numbers
cause I had to stay afloat on the clouds of solitude free from attachments.
nothing would make me happier than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives grow old with you and watch our grandchildren play under the magnolia trees in the summer sun.
I stare at the ceiling, There’s no breeze, No ventilation, I want to leave, I go to the window, Like a child, I want to see, The moon is a stone, Sky full of deadly hardware, How beautiful is the world outside.