It’s getting harder to breathe everyday. “Cheers for this another f*cking tied promise”---
Pretending as if nothing happened is my favorite game.
If only I could be sightless and just flee from the truth that the flame is starting to burn out. And the love is starting to fade away. The stretched out distance between us is almost tangible.
I’m losing this streak of him, losing my connection as the hands of the clock tick for another second.
The unfathomable mood that circles around us reeks as it happily keeps this bond on tenterhooks.
We’ve sworn out loud and clear, but seems like the silence eats out the zeal and spirit of the tenderness that once dwelt inside each of us.
I still feel the same thing towards him that I can’t feel for anyone else. Or is this mess just a make-believe that I chose to deem into?
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