I don’t know why
But I thought I saw you
And it just feels the same as it did then
Like if only
Like if only we could just
Too much
Too much to expect
I don’t want to go back to being some love sick disgusting person
It’s not worth it
It makes me look foolish
There is no way to you
Like how I miss the sound of your voice
And how I miss your
I shouldn’t know what your hands look like but I love hands and your hands are my favourite
I miss your hands.
Every time I think I’ve got away
I’m back to him again
Like I have no control of it
Yearning silently
And I still don’t know why.
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