Yeah, well, goodbye to my un-emo mood ._.
Moodswings suck ._. andohfuck,I'msickofcryingoveryou:/

When the world stops but the memories don't.

Before you fell (believed) in love, you never really (truly) understood why and how.
But then you did, and then it all came undone - how your world could brighten and fade with the simplest of words and touches, how your heart never fails to skip a beat when he smiles, when you catch him looking at you.

Far away.

You fall into step with him, watch (wait), count every step, every breath, every heartbeat. So close you can slap or touch, make or break, but somehow the time pauses and you are caught in that gaze of his, the way he seems to sparkle (glow).

"Thank you," he says, and then he turns and walks away before you can recover fast enough to reply. But now that you think about it, you aren't sure what you could have said - No problem, I love you, I miss you, I need you, Do you know I can't stop thinking about you - but then you realise that maybe these feelings can't be put into words (so close, yet so far).

You don't stay to watch him leave, and then you are tripping (falling), running before the feelings catch up to you, before you begin to fall apart (breaking, tearing at the edges).

If you had been better.

You press pen to paper (blood to skin), trace out the scars on your heart (bleeding, raw) and then you wonder how he could have ever loved you, so broken (shattered) as you are.

Apologize.

And so they say what goes around come around. You start to remember all the times (countless, infinite) you have hurt him, and when it's your turn, somehow the pain has snowballed into something bigger (sharper). Sometimes sorrys don't cure everything (maybe if you even dared to apologize).

♥

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