Who would have thought

 

In the end

I still think about you

I make my way to your city

A bit scared to meet you coincidentally

A bit expectant honestly

What will I say?

What will I do?

Most importantly, it depends on you

What will you say?

How fast will you run away?

Are you willing to be someone I want but not who you are?

But I dare not reach out to you

For feeling so strong in leaving

Then having the nerve to regret it

Will the harm I bring outweigh the peace you gain?

In the end

Failing to keep my emotions in check again and again

© VJEQ