• alextheft 5w

    To myself

    Might want to piece together
    The torn pages you cried at,
    Stop fighting and look back
    At the ones who wanted to interact,
    It's fine for the faults you nailed
    As long as you knew the price,
    Ofcourse you thought of brain,
    But heart stopped by surprise,
    Feeding yourself with lies
    Was just another fiction,
    It's okay you really tried
    To overcome your addiction,
    You can't think, can't explain,
    Neither can the skies,
    Just breath until you get it right
    And I'll wait by the apple pies,
    Once you're done with every strand,
    I'll find you in the most imperfect way,
    For once, you'll have choice,
    To run or to stay.