It is strange how you were drowning and he was the one who needed space
It is strange how he cut you open and you apologised for having bled
It is strange how he broke you and held a grudge against you for falling apart
It is strange how you took 99 steps and he stumbled on one
It is strange how he never had the time to read the poems you left in his mail
It is strange how you could have had the world but you kept settling for less.
Yes, it is strange
how love makes you the person you never thought you would become.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
It is strange how you were drowning and he was the one who needed space
It is strange how he cut you open and you apologised for having bled
It is strange how he broke you and held a grudge against you for falling apart
It is strange how you took 99 steps and he stumbled on one
It is strange how he never had the time to read the poems you left in his mail
It is strange how you could have had the world but you kept settling for less.
Yes, it is strange
how love makes you the person you never thought you would become.
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