I’ve been walking around these past months with a massive load on my heart. I haven’t felt one moment of happiness and there isn’t a second where I’ve gone out of my loneliness.
The remains of you, that’s all I can ever think of, the tenderness of your touch, the sweetness of your smile and the depth of your love. What if love was enough? What if love was all we needed? Would you still leave me this way, and would you still treat me the same?
I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough, sorry I’ve wasted my bravery and sorry I lost my hopes.
But I’ve been trapped ever since, trapped with a constant heartache and a steady bitterness.
I’m falling apart, and the thought of you, my catalyst speeding up my collapse and gathering my sorrow.