I’m frustrated with myself for giving in to conformity. I can’t risk safety for the sole purpose of feeling alive. All of us are alive anyway… in literally terms.
And then there’s the way I feel about you.
I’d jump a thousand heights if it would surely make me be with you.
There it is again! The need of certainty. Well, I’m sure I’ll love you forever. Even if I’m certain you don’t feel the same for me.
my hand still aches
for the hand i never held
and the smile he never made