18h
i’m afraid
i have burned all my bridges down
because i fear to recross them.
i’m sorry,
and i miss you—
even if i’m never able to prove it.
i have burned all my bridges down
because i fear to recross them.
i’m sorry,
and i miss you—
even if i’m never able to prove it.
i still find myself
rereading the same lines you wrote,
as if they somehow could transform
into what i wish you would’ve said.
rereading the same lines you wrote,
as if they somehow could transform
into what i wish you would’ve said.
