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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