Sometimes, thoughts enters my head. Would you miss me like you miss her when I suddenly disappeared?, would you scream all your sorrows along with the guilt of your unsaid words? Would I be a remnant of you? your memory? or would I be labeled as someone who left you behind because of their pain? Do you even hear my unrequited songs or my pleas of anguish? Do you see or hear me at all? or maybe, even after all these time I'm still unseen. Nothing but wind who tried to give you warmth but gave you chills instead. Please answer me.
But then, I promised I wouldn't leave you.
But then there's this moment whete everything just screams "Stop, you're in pain." Whenever I'm trying to savw you.
I want to hold you in my arms, but you're like a wondering star. You are your own company.
"I love you" and it's written in the wind.
"I love you" I screamed, but my screams were deafened by the whispers of your demons.
"I love you" I whispered, as I felt the drive in me fade with the fact that you can't let her go.
"I love you." I thought. "Is it me or her?" I asked
I'm norhing, nothing but a vessel filled with unread love letters and bottled tears.
She was a masterpiece, I only can give you the galaxies painted with the thoughts of you.
