7:15PM
Call it what you wanna…
Whatever fits best for the both of us. Passionately, I’ll be taking your word for it by the look in your eyes.
Hopefully you see, hopefully you notice, and as the thought surfaces…
I’ll be waiting for you.
A walking machine, still I am. I judged you quietly as if calling you strong was an insult.
Sorry…
To say it hurts would be a lie, although, “fulfilling” doesn’t sound exact. I’ll keep holding on, but, I don’t know for how much longer.
Will you save me? Can I be saved? If so, why haven’t I done it myself?
Hoping you do, still I am.
