it was too short.

way too short.

those four godawful days.

where i lost my mind.

but not in a way you would think.

i didn’t stop caring about anything.

i became overly aware of everything.

your smile.

your laugh.

the sound of your voice.

your hair.

your eyes.

the perfection of your teeth.

your arms.

your hands.

the tenderness of your fingers.

your manners.

your personality.

you.

truth is
my mom never warned me about drugs in the streets
cause she didn't care
just like the one with the blonde hair and a heartbeat

there's so many things i wanna tell you
but too little words to explain
there's too little words that came out of my mouth
and too many thoughts stuck on my brain

feeling homesick for a place that isn't your house is the worst.

at first i had problems remembering your name, later you were the only thing on my mind

'we don't suit each other'

'not yet, we will in the future'

'i doubt if we ever will'