Sonntag, September 7

predictable

I miss you.
I will for as long as I am alive and breathing.
I love you.
I will for as long as my heart is beating.

You lose something and it makes you think of how much you had, but it does not always work that way. Sometimes you know just too well what you have, so if you lose it you got nothing left. I threw myself in to deep and I never cared enough to look back at who is standing behind me, everything I saw had been you, because for all that I was alive, I always stood behind you, protecting you from what I could. Unfortunate that there's always something stronger, better, bigger. That something killed you, took you, left me. God, I miss you. I miss you so much.

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