so it's been nearly half a year
and still your flawless face i see as i wake.
nearly half a year,
and i remember your breath-taking scent;
which by the way,
continues to make my heart stop
even if it's on someone else,
'cause it's never you these days.
and as i was saying..
nearly half a year
and i can still feel those arms
so secure, so promising (so much for that)
wrapped comfortably around me.
bringing false hope to a fragile heart.
nearly half a year
and you don't know it
but your last words:
"this love just wasn't meant to be"
make me want to try that much harder.
too bad your heart disagrees..
nearly half a fucking year
and you hinder my thoughts
as you always did,
only now it's like fingernails kissing a chalk board.
nearly half a year
and attempts to escape your constricting "love",
or so they call it,
fail awefully; much to my dismay.
nearly half a year
still the same me,
trying to find my way out of this hell.
and you...you'll never change. |
Submission Name: False Hope
