#sadheart

I just want a hug, or a drink, or a kiss...

i.Maybe ‘one day’ was your worst lie of them all.Letting me picture gardens blooming where deserts lay.How do you lure someone in so easily?So well?How do you hold someone so close when it means nothing at all? ii.I still yearn for the moments we haven’t lived out yet.Where we are together and we don’t need anything else.Or is it too much to ask for your affection? iii.The fear of losing you echoed throughout my lungs.I was afraid to make ugly art just so you don’t see my cracks in the too red and not enough blue paintings.It felt like spilled ink would expose me and you would walk away.So I hid them.I hid moutains of words and rivers of colours under my bed and hushed them until you left.Then they were free to wander around,to stain walls.Cutting off parts of myself did nt make you stay.You were going to leave anyway.Now I’m left with magenta and blue pens circling around.