How could I ever confess to you?
Not only my love, If not more than that.
How could I confess to you that I’m sorry.
I confess that I miss you.
I confess that I love you.
But we play a role of hating each other.
And I confess that it destroys me.
How could I confess, while you’ve been doing it all the time?
Your silent screams of love, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see, but now I want to....
A birthday.
A day of celebrating another year of your life.
I’m not celebrating though.
I’m upset I made it another year.
This isn’t how I planned it.
Why am I forced to live another year repeating the same cycle.
Over and over.
A birthday, for me.
Isn’t a matter of celebrating....
It always came to my head, the thought of ending it.
“The no such reason to keep going, is there?” the thoughts said.
And it was right, there was no purpose.
The act of living is certainly ridiculous.
I thought.
Until, I saw you.
Your eyes, your hair, your lips, your hands.
Your voice saying my name.
Everything about you is great.
And with a final bow, the thought was gone....
I wish I would’ve stopped you.
Even if you left for the better.
To surround yourself with better people.
I wish you would come here.
Holdy hand in a warm embrace.
Making my heart race.
I wish I was the one to make you happy.
To see your smile.
To hear your laughter.
If wishes fell like rain, then I certainly am a storm....
How could I live without you?
You’re the one that saves me from my sorrow.
The one that brings me back.
The one that makes feel something am not.
How could I live without you?
You’re the one that has seen my scars.
The one that stays by my side even when you’re gone.
The one I love the most.
((It’s my first time writing, i would definitely would appreciate some tips.))...
