Thursday, 21 May 2015

Scar.

For months, no years, every time you see her,you will want to kiss her.
When you do, you will expect pain to come like an old scar got scratched, but there will be none.
You will remind yourself, she will remind you, you will remind each other that this is for the best, that you are physically incapable of loving one another.
And in those moments, you will be lying.
Your heart screaming, “I can, I can, I can!”
But you’ll stay silent 'cause of her
'Cause she asked for this.
'Cause she filled something in you, that’s still full even though she's gone.

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