If I were to see you one last time, l'd hit my hands against your chest and shout at you. l'd blame you for not holding on. I'd tell you I was fine without you and that my family didn't constantly ask if you were okay.
l'd tell you lies, things I dont mean.
But then l'd hug you so tight. I'd cry my heart out and tell you that I was out of my mind and so lost. That I was always waiting. That I needed you to come back and hold me.
l'd tell you all those things I mean. But then, l'd walk away and leave you. It's painful, but even if I could go back, I wouldn't.
I wouldn't because I know things still wouldn't work out no matter how badly I want them to.
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Her Favourite Color Is Yellow
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
