Before you got the chance
to give me hope,
I shut you up with facts
so quickly, you agreed.
You didn't need to explain,
did you?
For you,
there's nothing to explain.
I wish I stayed silent,
but I couldn't feed my brain
another words
without clear intention --
easily erodes with the other side of the story.
Will I ever stop
thinking about us,
and rid the little hope
I have for us?
I can't stop
breaking this heart,
again, and again.
and that isn't you anymore.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 6:09 PM UTC
Before you got the chance
to give me hope,
I shut you up with facts
so quickly, you agreed.
You didn't need to explain,
did you?
For you,
there's nothing to explain.
I wish I stayed silent,
but I couldn't feed my brain
another words
without clear intention --
easily erodes with the other side of the story.
Will I ever stop
thinking about us,
and rid the little hope
I have for us?
I can't stop
breaking this heart,
again, and again.
and that isn't you anymore.
too embarrassing to admit,
lowered my expectations
but still overestimated
what I meant to you,
still I hoped