the tears have dried
itās been a long time since I started liking you, loving you, and forgetting you. Iām in a constant fight with myself to overcome all that you put me through and all that I, with my brilliant head, have created of you. You arenāt 1% of what I created and itās fine, because you have no fault when it comes to me creating what I wanted to see on you. Iāve forgiven it all. You can walk away now, and follow your dreams, because thatās what we both should do. I know you donāt give a fuck about me anymore, but I still care and I still want the best for you. I canāt describe how many happy moments I had next to you, our convos, our late callings and all the craziness weāve done together. Now, I just hold on them, and build another road, a safer one, where I can walk alone.
