i don’t know whether i need you, or i just want you.
but i strongly believe
that god sent you for a certain reason in my life; to make me a better human.
and a person like me
doesn’t deserve something brilliant-made like you, at all.
i wasted you.
that’s all i ever did
i let you fall from the edge,
i set you free to the ocean.
i don’t quite understand
your presence.
i’m not grateful.
i want to do cruel
things to you, but in the back of my mind, i can’t forgive my soul for that.
you pick up all the
pieces that’s left of me, without caring about your gory hands and your cracked
fingers.
“i saved you.” you whisper peacefully.
you saved me. but I
never asked you.
but that’s the whole
point, right?
you don’t ask them, but they do it for you anyway.
nothing is more tricky
than this.
the moment you want to walk away, but then they leave you marks and
bruises on your body that you can’t even remove or heal.
tt’s up to you now; do
you want to stay with me but i’m not going to steal a glance at you or with
someone else that you can stay a day looking right through their eyes, their
mind merge with you?
