Feel texting everyday was gonna be stressful.
Leaving u,thinking ur alright is worrisome.
I need to choose btw my heart and brain.
Stick to my heart like the arm in chains.
Love in my heart.
Weight in my hands.
I couldn't lift any.
My chest, so heavy.
Caught up like a beggar in the storm.
Expressing myself was one best thing I could do.
Listening to me was one thing u never chose.
I think we're going through this together.
I hope it works for the better.
maybe I'm not so good at good-byes.
The reason u stick to my heart.