Confused and mislead. I wrote what I felt. And felt what I wrote.
Just a few more words. Can’t take this blade out of my fucking throat.
You’re floating on this cloud of ambiguity. No more communication.
No more gratuity.
I can’t live this way, behind the shadow of your doubt.
You probably never felt the way I did. But it doesn’t matter now.
But maybe, just maybe. I don’t really fucking know how.
It was fine to begin with. That you weren’t wearing some sort of crown.
I was proud to have you.
True happiness came forth.
I was willing to wait.
But now all that’s left.