Via we heart it
I don't know when it will stop.
With all this time gone by I am starting to realize I am not in control.
Thankfully balance has been partially restored. So easily damaged.
And what do I do then.
How do I keep away. How do I leave this behind.
After months of laughter and happy contentment sleep still brings truth. The longing smothered by busy minutes of the waking hours comes out at night.
You still haunt me.
I still want you.
I want you to leave.