A thunderous storm hailed in the humid sky, a musk filled atmosphere filled the space around us.
Baby, no me llamas más because I know what I'm feeling is way more than friendship.
No voy buscando a ti because I'm leaving you in the past, behind everything I thought we couldn't be and will not be.
I hate you for making me feel this way and for introducing me to what it felt like to be wanted and I hate myself for falling for you.
I knew better, I really did. Because you opened my soul before my body became yours, and no matter how many times it was repeated to me that I deserved better; you were the one good thing in all the turmoil in my life.
You brought cool evening skies into my summer nights, friends before this, whatever this is. I thought I'd be able to do it, but how can I walk away from someone whose brought so much light into my life.
It's almost easier to continue hurting myself for the sake of keeping you, because I don't know what to do once you leave.
I knew, from the beginning; but it's your addiction I craved, each and every second.
I craved your presence, the sound of your laugh, the way you'd poke my forehead, the way you felt beside me, inside me.
Pero no es igual, no.
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