I keep going away from you. We meet again and again. I tell myself its never happening so stop wishing for it. But we always end up together in some way. As if this universe is fighting for us to be together, But we dont fight enough, we dont respect it. We are stubborn people, only breaking the leftover parts. While this universe Is more adamant in bringing us closer to each other.
I go. I begin watering myself, focus more on my growth. But we meet again and I destroy every bit of myself that I fixed when you were gone. I die for you to breathe. I break myself to fix you. I hurt msyelf but never tell that to you. Because I want you to stay.
Flowers grow and I step on them. Only to realise I'd never stop walking on them.