I’m like a semen cuscutae that clings to a cirrus forcing you to love me.
The little warmth you gave me seemed to be begged by me.
Watering our relationship for the last time farewell not sure if I’ll ever come back.
It was hard walking away.
I felt many hands dragging me back, I’m sad and confused.
All I wanted was for you to stop me, for you to ask me to stay, for you to, but I think I thought too much of myself for you to break your rules for me.
I felt I was born tearless no matter how I tried to cry I couldn’t cry this moment then and there I thought again that there are some things that can not be as we wish and some scars will definitely make you hurt.
But there only two things we can do: being grateful and keeping memories of them.
I know we were not fated to be but I’m still hoping and wishing things could change