It’s cold in the darkest hollow of your heart. I know this is just a temporary place. There’s so much more corridors to walk through, doors to rooms so unknown to unlock, but I am stuck here, and you cannot hear a thing.
I read words only your mind has gotten to know and I wonder why I’m here, fingers brushing against the tender walls on which they are written, a softness that makes me forget about the loneliness you’ve left me in.
This feels so familiar, the never ending sorrow for believing in you when I forgot I don’t even believe in me. Should have held myself from falling in love when I knew to the falling would come no end.
My eyes wander through the sky and look for reasons, but I know I can only find them deep inside. If I’m sure of one fact it’s that mistakes in life never really happen, they’re just temptations of fate we couldn’t overcome. Will walk and sleep with my eyes wide open, so I can see and learn from what I might have done wrong.
One thing is ever so soothing, whatever I have done, I have done it out of love. Every kiss and heartbeat, gentle or torn, was born out of my blossoming heart, waiting to be seen and loved.
I know this is just a temporary place, I will soon leave your body to find my own again. Remember my footsteps, remember my presence inside your heart. One day when you miss me, my footprints will always be here.