beats.mine
The more I think about it, it seems fitting, kinda like a lock finding it's long lost key. It was epic, the way the events unfolded. As the day started with bleak chaos and murmured words, it was a relief to find you where you were.
This life we lead, is staggeringly hard. With pointed fingers and bloodied curses, sometimes it feels like it's enough. The walls of bricks enveloping us, it's suffocating me day by day by day.
There were so many times where my mind told me to make a run for it. To kiss you goodbye one last time, and carry my suitcase forever out of this flawed chapter. But I couldn't, I just couldn't imagine living in a flux of lies, pain and immeasurable sighs.
I wanted this. I fought for this. And the days that just passed was the worst kind of pain there was. I thought it was the end. I thought they were writing our ending. My heart ached, nay it was beating against my ribcage, a pump away from breaking.
I walked back to our room, with every intent on crying; and laying down on the ground. But, as I opened our door, with misted eyes and drenched hopes. I was startled when I saw you looking up at me. Your eyes speaking volumes, a respite of a million promises no one can ever offer or say.
This life we lead, is staggeringly hard. With pointed fingers and bloodied curses, sometimes it feels like it's enough. The walls of bricks enveloping us, it's suffocating me day by day by day.
There were so many times where my mind told me to make a run for it. To kiss you goodbye one last time, and carry my suitcase forever out of this flawed chapter. But I couldn't, I just couldn't imagine living in a flux of lies, pain and immeasurable sighs.
I wanted this. I fought for this. And the days that just passed was the worst kind of pain there was. I thought it was the end. I thought they were writing our ending. My heart ached, nay it was beating against my ribcage, a pump away from breaking.
I walked back to our room, with every intent on crying; and laying down on the ground. But, as I opened our door, with misted eyes and drenched hopes. I was startled when I saw you looking up at me. Your eyes speaking volumes, a respite of a million promises no one can ever offer or say.