I wrote this in an old notebook last night at 3AM.
I wish I didnt rip out all those pages. And I wish I kept his bracelet.
Someone had once loved me forever. And I didnt deserve it.
I became nothing.
And I dont know what amazes me more,
The fact that I'm just realizing my loneliness now,
or that its 3AM again.
Leaving the past behind doesnt always mean leaving behind people.
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