A little like poetry

what is it

something's going on .
except i honestly don't know what .
i wanna scream and cry ,
curl up in a corner and die .
i wanna cut so deep ,
and yell out why .
because i don't bloody understand though i wish i did .

what she said made sense to me,
and i understood it perfectly
like i always somehow seem to.

i thought about my own,
but that was so different now,
after being a love that had grown

it'll never go back to how it once was
and though i'm not sure if i can tell myself,
i actually felt your words

i'm fearful i suppose,
of what i cannot even be sure.

maybe that we've grown out of each other.

and promises we've promised,
won't be broken,
because we won't and can't

but if it comes to that,
it wouldn't be a broken promise
just...

just some mutual thing we came round to eventually


i don't want you to leave,
and i don't wanna leave you.
i want this to carry on,
but not like this
not the way it is now

don't put your happiness on other people,
they'd just foil it somehow

(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 5:27:00 PM