sometimes not making a choice is already a decision made. i've made mine too; i just hope i'll be able to stick to it.
meanwhile i'll just enjoy myself with my friends and family and not to mention my lil duff puff.
i missed who we were, no matter how fucked up it was, i was certain of the fact that at least we cared for each other, but what is this? what are we? what have we become? the answer 'i don't know' hangs on the both of our lips.
are you thinking of me like how i'm thinking of you? or are you forgetting me like how i'm trying to forget you?
what we are now, is a single comma, a pause hanging in the air.
i miss you, but not who you have become. and i miss us. but perhaps 'we' were another one of my fantasies too.
time to wake up bitch, it's not over till i'm gone.
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