the scene where you said it was the end of us
up until this day i still wonder how do you feel about our child who will never gets your name. were you bruised by the flame i left you or was it just an itch you could scratch away. say, do your bedsheet still smells like my innocence? or did you painted your walls blue?
cloudy was the day when your lips uttered my name for the last time, sad was my friend on the ride home, you gave every pennies you had in your purse, i took everything that i could, but think i left myself there, still stuck and wandering the places i never set foot again.
i wanted to make you love me as hard as the teenage me did. i wanted to ask for more but there is none to spare. i wanted to be everything that you would want me to but you wanted me gone