Maybe we should’ve never taken things this far.
Maybe it would be better to leave you at hi, rather than being tangled into false accusation, failed connection, and broken affection. But then again, we got no one to be blame. I dipped my feet into your intriguing mind, you cracked yourself open trying to scrutinize mine.
We walked down our misery lane; you serve the medicine to my anxiety, I pull the strings every time you need to flee. But being stretched into nothing was surely not healthy.
We mastered the art of denial, deluding ourselves into thinking that our kind of sick entity could never be torn apart separately.
Words after words that we patched ourselves with, seems like never going to be enough ever again. Somehow I lost track of time between your distance. You left me reaching for the empty space you’ve drawn to avoid the chase.
There is nothing we could repair no more, despite the fact that we used to be the fixer for each other. At this moment you are the scar on my wounded arm; I am no more than alive to your very eyes.
Maybe we are better off like this; evaporating into something less than a memory, erasing every former agony.
Maybe we are better at being a stranger, switching far glances towards each other.
If only fate is kind enough, it will take us back to the start. To where you were sitting on the silent hook, and I came closer to read my book. Either you or me, could have said a simple words and smart enough to leave our conversations right there; with no other history or continuity; ignoring our relation before, kicking out the sand we’ve stepped in to the bay.
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