Saturday, October 8, 2016

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.