As I write this with tears in my eyes so many...
It’s always you , never me . I can remember so...
Usually I like the chase
But I loved not chasing you...
My memories are alive.
Living more than me...
Fake smiles for all around to see,
Yet something is dying inside of me...
Every word comes with an action
What if I had said it back...
I wish I
Could be a fly on the wall...
When I’m with someone
If I have to fight you...
My skin remembers
a long-gone tattoo...
There once was this couple
Who met so long ago...
Little hands, I wish I could say
That I knew what it meant to be loved...
When I see you
The pain no longer resonates...