then comes the dreadful hours, when you know that you will wake up to face another day on your own. I never let them get closer to my heart because I knew that one way or another, they would leave. They would take a piece of my soul.
I dread the first hours in the morning when I will open my eyes and roll on my side. I dread the first hours in the morning because I know the bed will be empty because you will leave. You will leave.
I dread the first hours in the morning when the euphoria of the night before would wane off. I know you will see me with clearer eyes and will wonder why we were fools. You will go, because you will see I am not good for you.
I guess it's fitting. I am cursed after all and that very nasty thing always makes those around me leave. You will leave.
You will leave when I won't be able to stop you.
You will leave when I won't have the strength to stop you.
You will leave because this is the rational thing to do.
And I would end up alone.
How fitting.
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