Friday, October 7, 2016

to that girl

Photo by YH Photography
i'm not sure if you remember me, if you ever noticed me at all. perhaps you thought it funny, how i wrote you once long ago. i reached my heart out to you because i thought i saw the same. but like a handshake left hanging, so was i left to hang. the ground i stood on so firmly, broke into pieces of doubt. that feeling of running home and finding you're shut out. i told myself it didn't matter, you didn't want what i offered. understand that nobody is owed kindness or the obligation to accept in blindness. we are strangers, you and i. strangers who share the same design. and yet i think i must be mistaken, for there were none i would have forsaken.

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