It wasn’t your home, and it’s okay.

I feel like..

You’re moving out of my heart..

And for a moment,

I thought I could move out too..

But thankfully, I didn’t.

You spoilt me. That’s your sin.

As I was shoving info in my tired brain,

I thought I should really take a break soon.

I wanted someone to take me to a short ride,

Wake me up with caffeine,

Let me scream two or three songs,

And drive me back home to my reality.

I wanted a certain someone to take me out,

But that someone is far away.

Farewell, Danny.

To the biggest sin of my life,

I have betrayed the promise you begged me to make.

But finally, I don’t feel like fighting my feelings anymore.

And I’m tired of giving him up to someone else.

So, before I place your book on the upper shelf,

I’ll say one more last goodbye,

And thank you for the pain and love I’ve received

You have my attention, now.

The red string is thickening, and fate

Is cheering him on.

A part of me wanted you to hold on a little longer.

Did I request a refund?

Did you send the package at your own discretion?

Did I come by knocking on your doors, asking you to give it back?

I cannot recall how it happened

But when I stripped down to my bones,

I found a muscle beneath my ribs,

Beating peacefully

In its rightful place.