I've tried not to care,
but I can't take it anymore.
So its Sunday Night again in my mind, and here we are, after two months,
sitting across from each other in that crowded room.
I tried so hard to be Happy to see you.
I ran and embraced You, like nothing had changed.
I talked to You And listened to your life,
we talked about our families,
our lives;
I told you how my brother missed You,
I never said I did.
And I Remember stupid details.
The Ocean, rippling in your eyes,
The depths still a mystery to Me,
That all too familiar anxiety, meeting me
at the surface
I smiled because You still hadn't cut your hair,
Because You told me you were still playing that guitar
Still asking me about my Sister,
About Me.
And I sat there and tried so hard to know You,
To Remember You
But as the silences took their turns,
I only grew tired.
And I realised more than ever;
You're just a Closed door
that I can't open
anymore
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Finding Soul mates
RandomLately I've been trying to understand this idea of finding the people that are right for you, so these are just some thoughts and feelings that come to mind.
