DAY 120: Mr December and I passed The End long before the 3rd month, but when it’s so hard to accept reality one tries to fall back onto old habits and past actions. [That’s when we try to grab on that crumbling last rock but we realise it’s too shaky to save us.]
Whilst I wanted to have you
You just wanted to get me.
Know that you did
and me being there
Was enough to maybe start something, but
The retention not so clear.
But So What when
You may as well, give me a better reason,
For a second time round,
I’m still waiting to plan
To not forget.
But laziness is effing easy
My person a little harder.
Still make your choice:
Either lift me and carry me into the ocean
The wasted remarks without the backbone to follow through.
I thought it was a good thing
Still think you could bring me around to a good place,
To your place.
Not Fix, but be my valium.
There lingers some emotion,
Where I saw that depth in both our eyes
Too unfortunate not to pursue its formation,
Do nothing as
Maybe it’s not in your fortune.
As the reality of your voice is so unreal now,
My playlist only replaying your songs now.