Sometimes I wish...

Sometimes I just wish to have a 'Hi' from you but I know it will give me hopes of you remembering me, 

Sometimes I just wish you'd say, I remember the time we walked under the rain but I know you won't say it because then it will make me feel you too have had some emotions about the memories you called unnecessary at the time you were choosing to walk away. 

Sometimes I wish you'd agree to meet me for a coffee. 
But it scares me to meet you and not look into eyes because mine would definitely speak a lot more than you would want to read.

Sometimes I wish I catch a glimpse of you as you'd be driving home. I peek into the cars, I assume are yours. But then I know this wouldn't happen anymore because you've changed your life directions and coarse. 

Sometimes I wish all that happened, shouldn't have happened at all,
But then it's the probably the moment when I had fallen in love to never rise again.

Sometimes I wish I could just say fuck it all I'm good, I'm fine, and I have things to keep me happy and busy, 
But I know looking at your face from a distance makes me forget my present and drives me to the past when I understood that love hurts but it's still sweeter than anything. 

Sometimes I wish I had given up because all this is giving me too much of pain, taking me to a place called under-confident, breaking me into piece which are never to be found again,
But I am here, still here, looking at you having a bit of happily ever after, wishing good for you as always. And wishing how I would wish to be in the place of the girl you've surrendered your world for. 

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