shesshy

i still write things about you

i still linger the ache you’ve caused

i still find it beautiful despite of the disaster i’ve been

i still confer meaning to it, in spite of the sting i used to feel.

i still see it deep in consequent to the zone i don’t want to be in.

and it proffered a ponder of “why do i have to see things across the eye?”

(his eyes never met mine)