Iâm counting the days until you decide to leave againÂ
My guard is up in case you decide that you donât want this and that you made a mistake coming back.Â
My âI love youâsâ are hollow now. They donât hold the same weight and the same intensity of when I used to love with all of me.Â
I donât want to give my all to people anymore.
I find comfort in the things you fail to do because I want to nitpick imperfections to know that this is real.Â
Iâm counting the days when weâre happy. Versus the days when weâre sad.Â
I am afraid that you will leave again when I decide to fully let you in again.Â
But your embrace is warmer and tighter this time around.Â
Your kisses are not the same kisses you used to give me. They are deeper now.Â
When you hold my hand, itâs tight and you donât want me to let go. You used to let go of my hand before.
But the memory of how you left still plays in my head.
How you left me standing in the street while you buy yourself breakfast.Â
How you never said another word to me again.
I donât know what Iâm feeling right now.Â
I guess this is what hurt does to people.Â












