I still have the promise you left me. Hugging onto it like it was dear life. It gave me hope, it made me surrender, and for better or worst, left a noose hanging around my neck.
I fear the things I would do without your promise. Drain the ocean, tally the sand, and infinitely hope that you and I is buried like some sunken treasure. I also fear the things I could do without your promise. Find love in the name of someone new and ultimately treating what we had as an illusion. But what I fear most was that I was waiting for a promise so empty that all the stars could fit inside and still have space for hope that I was not willing to abandon.
Maybe this promise is a danger to have but I have it and will cling onto it until I bleed out and die.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
