15 October 2011

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.


Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you hold back or hide from the light.

(..) But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me
It isn't over.

Don't forget me, I begged, I remembered you said:
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.


I tried. I tried to fight away the ghost, the fear. I tried to pull away from darkness and walk my way.
There was a point where I didn't believe, I didn't believe in anything and of course, this means, I didn't believe in myself. Never, that's a sin.
That's where I was wrong.
Never.
I am wrong in so, so many ways. I tried to control everything around me from exploding away. I tried to hold the energy of a bomb between my hands.

You, I was wrong with you. I pleaded you to let me manage things, I asked you to let me cool down.
You didn't heard.
I was burned and there was fire. Everything turned into fire.
I don't even care if you are reading this right now, I just don't.
I cried, I cried because of you, because you were worth it. You're one of the few.
And I don't care, your fault, my fault. It's all the same.
I am way too weak to keep fighting, I am getting sick, my troath, my knees, my heart.

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