I can’t remember, the day you held my hand, at the parking lot, did a lot and we tried to stop, was i distracted by the heavy rain, or was it your presence? overwhelmed, panicked, scared, so i pulled my hand, when really, it was what i was dying for.
anger brought me here. found someone who looked like satisfaction, but ended up walking with confusion. always thought i was gonna meet happiness, but got home with jealousy instead. a question? was it love or just an illusion?
i cant be in this room like this ; alone, i mean. Because all i could think about is you. How it’s like to lay here with you. And stare at your eyes. fingers intertwined and in between those actions, play with your curly hair and draw a map on your shoulder or face while you tell me about your dreams and i tell you mine. Or, we could just be there, and do nothing. Just our breathes filling in the space.