Gazing at you, still gives me butterflies. In this heart, your name still lies. Your name, still carved on my wrist, like promises on wood. I wish you could've chosen me like you should.
You didn't. The butterflies are wounding me inside.
Now that you, are no longer mine...
My sense of sight, blurry as fog.
My heart, weak like an old log. Why am I still feeling this? Why can't it just be me? The one you should kiss? The way you looked at her, it melts me. How I wish, if it were me. It hurts, but your smile fills me...I should just say, "At the very least, you're happy"
Bathroom, the place I am in now. Looking down at the sink, gripping the rail.
The blood drips, escaping my dry lips. My throat is in agony, but I endure, because the smile you wear, painfully satisfies me.
JE LEEST
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝑀𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀 || Words of disbelief
Poëzie『••✎••』 mel·an·chol·y /ˈmelənˌkälē/ 1. noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. "an air of melancholy surrounded him" adjective having a feeling of melancholy; sad and pensive. "she felt a little melancholy" love·sick /ˈlə...
