Left hanging
I'll try to stop withholding you inside my heart because you're actually the one who never wanted to stay there in the first place. Well, maybe in the beginning; when there are still pretty stars in the night sky, when waking up beside me was still the most pleasant thing in the morning. But now it's not. And I try to understand, although up until now I still can't explain how you, the one I loved the most, managed to leave me wretched and broken.
I miss your smiles you know. I feel my lips tugging to the left a bit as I looked at our old photos by the lake. I was scared I would fall down, yet I very much liked to lean down and look at my vain reflection. You were worried about me, and maybe I enjoyed that so I did lean down more not considering how scared I am. You crept behind me, wrapped your hands around my shoulders and placed your chin at the top of my head. My neck was killing me, but I wished we could stay like that forever.
Maybe it was love that brought me to sacrifice too much, act stupid and do dangerous things. Because I always wanted your eyes on me, your hands on my skin, and your warmth around me. But it probably became too much, is it? You tell me. Have I been too all over you that you can't breath anymore? I didn't know that loving you a lot was a mistake, I thought you liked it too, after all, you kept saying the same wonderful things to me too. I thought we had something to share, to hold on to. But in the end, it was just me left hanging.
I miss your smiles you know. I feel my lips tugging to the left a bit as I looked at our old photos by the lake. I was scared I would fall down, yet I very much liked to lean down and look at my vain reflection. You were worried about me, and maybe I enjoyed that so I did lean down more not considering how scared I am. You crept behind me, wrapped your hands around my shoulders and placed your chin at the top of my head. My neck was killing me, but I wished we could stay like that forever.
Maybe it was love that brought me to sacrifice too much, act stupid and do dangerous things. Because I always wanted your eyes on me, your hands on my skin, and your warmth around me. But it probably became too much, is it? You tell me. Have I been too all over you that you can't breath anymore? I didn't know that loving you a lot was a mistake, I thought you liked it too, after all, you kept saying the same wonderful things to me too. I thought we had something to share, to hold on to. But in the end, it was just me left hanging.