22 minutes in a neon room.
i was searching for you
while you chased
after someone who wasnāt me
i was in love
with the idea of knowing you
before I knew you
living in the hell
that i labeled love
while dying to meet
the one in my dreams
not realizing
at the time
that in order to begin
with you
i had to first end it
with any and everyone
incapable of loving me correctly
and you
would only find me
once you decided
to go after more
than you settled for
r.h. sin, Empty Bottles Full of Stories












