Nov 11, 2014

Et je ne pourrais te fuir même si tout nous sépare…

loveme

This is like a bad breakup.

I couldn’t make it work. I loved with everything in me. I contorted myself to fit every need and requirement. It still wasn’t enough.

And now, in these new arms, I can’t stop comparing.

We had a history.
We had excitement.
We had familiarity.
We had love. I felt your love. I miss your love.

This rebound can only entertain for moments and seconds. When time sits still, I steal away to whisper with and admire my old flame.

New York still sets my soul on fire.

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