#ifyouevercomeback #latenightpoetry

“There’ll be a light in the hall and a key under the mat, if you ever come back; if you ever come back, if you ever come back now.” ❤️❤️ #thescript #ifyouevercomeback

Playing the cover of If You Ever Come Back... @thescriptfamily @dannyodonoghue #thescriptfamily #thescript #ifyouevercomeback #music #drums #cover #zildjian #paiste #choudhary #awesome #afteralongtime #sticks #like4like #followforfollow #love #life... (at Calcutta, India)

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From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would somehow destroy my life. The slight sensation of burning in my cheeks and hip hop beat of my heart, I knew. And that first kiss felt like magic but I knew it was not magic that I could hold in my hands and said I created. My time with you was never my own, it was never us, just you and me. Separate entities in the universe but almost close but never quite there. And that's the thing about almost, a 6 letter word that breaks dreams. And yes, maybe I did break your heart or shattered your ego, to you there is no difference but yes, my "deciet" like a brick added to the walls surrounding your heart. But you broke me, shattered me even, but I stood infront of you like a glass mosaic trying to remain together, beautiful, eye catching but in pieces at the same time. But I was never enough and I think that wasnt my fault. I was always enough, I gave myself to you in ways you will never know and sacrificed my happiness for you. And the thing is, I didnt want you to only fuck me, I wanted you to love me but I didnt know what to convince you with besides my body. And that is the naive and childish thing to do, to hope that you will one day see me like a light in the darkness but all I felt was like a blurred imagine before the other women in your life. Forgiveness, I guess, is something I was never worth. And the truth is, no matter how well you may know someone, no matter how much love resides in your heart for them, no matter how well everything clicks, broken pride will supercede it all. So this is it, I write to you, giving up this dream, this hope that I'd one day walk into my garage and see you bending over a car bonnet, cigarette in hand and whiskey on the counter. I throw away the imagine of your mischievous eyes the scent of your perfume lingering on my clothes. The trace of your fingers down my spine. The taste of your cigarette on my lips. And the feeling of love in my heart. Hope breaks my heart but it's all I can do is Hope someday, on  a Tuesday in the grocery store or while at the office doing paper work or in your workshop looking at grease on your hands, the double centuried visage of mine creeps into your mind and nostalgically brings to life my eyes that burned with eternal love and sadness all at once and I hope that someday yours will flashback to the time where I was in your arms and you'd realize that I was the only one to set fire to the ice in your heart.