i sit, watching you, and that familiar taste of self hate lingers.
you pushed away,
you failed us.
i haven't seen you since.
and at this point,
if i ever see you again,
im balancing between anger
or love,
because at this exact moment
i hate that i still love you.
four months,
i held you as close as i could.
i was held back,
but yet i tried so hard to kiss you,
to hide you,
to love you unconditionally when i knew it was a sin and a violation to my religion.
we met through a friend,
going back and forth
about how much we love each other.
but still that didn't make any sense when you yet pushed away.
today its tired anger.
tomorrow it will be sad anger,
then the next is a mystery.
december is much colder now without you. the rain pours harder now without you. the snow falls slower and slower and slower t i c k
t o c k
t i c k
t o c k
t i c k
times over.
its just never good timing with you.
- zmh
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the ruins of me
Поэзияi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
