The first for catching my eye,
The second for your touch that I can't despise,
The third for your warmth that I always seek,
The fourth for the initial acceptance of my clique,
The fifth for the times you want me to stay,
The sixth for our conversations that happen everyday,
The seventh for our locked gazes that usually happen,
The eighth for the times you tease me often,
The ninth for those nights I think of you before I sleep,
The tenth for the moments that I wish to keep,
The eleventh for the times that you seem to care,
The twelfth for the secrecy that I can no longer bear,
The thirteenth for the confusion that makes me sick,
The fourteenth for the eagerness to just get my heartbreak over with
These fourteen pieces of my heart,
You can hold against me
Whatever you choose to do with it,
Will finally set me free
Tear to bits those pieces of my heart,
I won't counterattack
I'll be ready to pick up the pieces,
I'm just desperate to have my heart back.
CZYTASZ
Residuum
RomansEventually, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes memories. These memories become hazy and dissipate over time. But back when these memories were the present, the emotions I felt formed words, and these...
