When it comes about you, my eyes get watery. I feel like I'm suffocating and choking in my own breath, in my own feelings and flashbacks. I'm lost in my own memories.
When the memories hit, that shiz hurts. It hurts me a lot whenever I remember you. And us. The fact that I let go, to my own standard is like losing myself, losing my other half. It is not supposed to turn out this way but oh well. I have only myself to blame. I have never had anyone else to blame anyway.
I completely agree. But those things, that some things you're talking about... how on earth to classify it's worthy? How worthy it needs to be, so that it's fine? How worthy is worthy? I obviously have no idea at all. Because if it's worth it, I wouldn't feel so beyond heartbroken and lost. I wouldn't feel so devastated with myself thinking that I'm all wrong and all incomplete. I don't know. This seems to be still hurtful to talk about.
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