Waiting.
And with each day that passes,
I miss you more.
And more.
Each moment drowns in your memory
The memory of those times we had.
The memory of Us.
Things get worse each minute
But this heart holds itself,
Tight.
Clinging onto poor life.
Fingers keep shivering each secong
But I don't have a choice.
To wait for you, it takes...too much.
Kills me everytime I breathe
That realisation which says and which slaps
The Truth
Into my face.
The Truth, where you're always there.
With me. Next to me. Within me. Around me.
The reality, where you're nowhere.
It hurts to know this.
It pierces my soul.
But what can I do?
Except wait for you...
I wrote this in my math class, when guys all around me got to know all about me.
I tried to leave behind my dark past and start fresh. Again.
It was hard, but I knew it was for my good.
They stole my diary, read about me, and my past... lay naked in front of all those people I wanted to hide it from.
I missed a very, very, good friend of mine at that moment.
I wished he was there with me at that time, his strong arms around me, protecting me.
This one's for him.
