Jun 23
Am I so wrong for hoping you’d leap to my side if I left? Am I so wrong for hoping you’d write? Am I so wrong for thinking this way? Am I so wrong for being up all night? Everyone questions my feelings, everyone questions my faculties, everyone questions my choices. But I think they’re all me? Even the parts I can’t see. They all live deep inside me… and I can’t ignore that they’re there. They’re carved in the shape of your shadow. And yet you’re the only brightness in my dark and sullen heart.