And I repent, on my knees,
God help me,
Please believe in me.
But
They said, you’re the one who take all this blame;
I am, I swear to God I am.
But this longing unbearable,
It’s slowly eating me alive.
And then, it’s gone.
Volatilize like ashes.
We have not long to love. It feels like May again when they give me much love but also grief. On how I, or precisely, we, are all bleeding like a man with his limbs chewed off; like a blood sprayed on the road that slowly dried.
I’m a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved. Revisiting it again feels nice yet so strange. Everything has changed while I’m away, maybe, it’s also a good way to start over. Once again.