I told myself
- and I'm still telling myself -
I won't orbit anymore.
I'll get rid of the googly eyes
the constant craving for affection
and the suffocating attachment I give
But not surprisingly,
I'm failing.
Failing miserably - "blindly"
Let's face it.
I've already fallen.
To be more accurate, orbited.
I told myself
- and I should keep telling this to myself -
I won't cry because of my feelings for another person anymore...
But dear,
I am failing miserably.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
I told myself
- and I'm still telling myself -
I won't orbit anymore.
I'll get rid of the googly eyes
the constant craving for affection
and the suffocating attachment I give
But not surprisingly,
I'm failing.
Failing miserably - "blindly"
Let's face it.
I've already fallen.
To be more accurate, orbited.
I told myself
- and I should keep telling this to myself -
I won't cry because of my feelings for another person anymore...
But dear,
I am failing miserably.
not my best work but I just had to let it out...
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