I can only hold on as long as my heart isn't shattered.
It's already broken. Cracked. Disintegrating on the side.
But until the last piece corrodes into sand,
I hold onto hope.
Tell me that you don't want me.
Tell me that you don't need me.
Tell me that you don't want to feel my hand interlocked with yours.
Tell me that you don't want to breathe into my ear or sleep next to me.
When it's cold outside and the wind blows,
Don't kiss me.
Don't hug me.
Don't wrap your arms around me.
Let me linger in my solitude.
Get out of my head.
It hurts to think about what was once us,
And is now you versus me.
At night, when I go to sleep,
Don't creep into my dreams
With your sweetness,
Your eyes, your smile, your warmth.
They say we can't remain friends.
I wanted to prove them wrong.
But once again,
I was naive.
My heart won't allow it to happen.
At least not yet.
The problem: I don't want to let go.
But, you have already done so.
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