I looked again with fresh eyes and wanted so badly to see youThe truth of it shattered my spiritAnd again my heart is tiredThis addiction to your toxicity
is wearing me downBut you are my drugThe only thing I live onAnd this suffering, at least, is familiarI’m more scared of the unknownOr maybe just life without youEvery breath is music to my ears worth the bruises on my heartYour words flow through meAnd each sting erodes meyet one glance consoles meJust once more... each time – once moreBut not an encore of last nightI don’t want those grey skiesI want to be lost in you alwaysI need to be unburdened by youI have to be freeI could fall out of love if you let meHow tragic would that be? How unforgivingly tragic!Let me go….
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way