Jun 2014
I practise what I'm going to say to you months and weeks and days before and I imagine that maybe if I practise hard and long enough it will come out perfectly and you will take me back in an instant. I assume there is a specific way to say I love you and I miss you and I have tried many many times to master it but I haven't quite got it down. I look at my reflection in the mirror and hold back the tears as they begin pouring in because I do not want you to think you have hurt me.
but the day finally comes. my words and my voice fade away at the sight of your eyes and your smile and everything that I once called mine. so that's what happens. all my practise has gone to waste because the sight of you leaves me breathless and once again I have ****** up real bad. but that's okay. because now I never have to practise again.
it was nice seeing you for the last time... in a long time.
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it was nice seeing you for the last time... in a long time.
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