When you left I thought it felt like a nightmare, but then still today, it feels like I have not yet awaken. |
Opening up to your feelings, is weak. Knowing your weakness, that is strength. |
Whether you loved or didn't. Whether you still love, or don't. In the end you find out what you already knew--you made the mistake. |
Only at the mercy of pain, may we find the poet whithin ourselves. |