How can moving on be so hard? Even when you weren’t really together with him? His words were sweet, his eyes were dreamy and I just looove everything about him. He never promised me anything but why did my heart put on such hopes since the beginning?

Yesterday,
I met him.

Yesterday,
I looked at him.

Yesterday,
I fell right back in love.

I'm here,
but I don't feel comfortable.

I was there,
but I can't seem to be content at all.

I tried to be there for both,
but I just don't know my worth.

What is this black thing that’s eating me?
I feel bad and heavy all the time.

Why is this black thing in me?
What does it want?

How long is it staying?
Cause I’d rather die than letting it stay.

Words are powerful indeed.
Some make you dwell in them,
said in the past but they echo till now.

I still think of you,
I still do.

I still have you in my heart,
I think.
I know I do.

I still love you.
I do.