I chased you, I followed you, I cornered you, never wanting to let go, never wanting to accept or admit to myself that we weren’t meant to be.
With every tear I wept, with every pain in my heart, I only grew stronger in the belief that you were worth it.
The scars that mark my heart will never fully recover. My loud heart is now quiet like cold ashes. The storm in my words have faded away, but the rain has wet my soul leaving it damp. The cold shivers it sent, are only now reaching my body. I stopped seeing colours and my mind is tired but prepared for a world of grey.
It’s amazing how close I felt to you and how final it is for our lips to ever meet again.