by Hazel x
Do you hate me for not taking the first step?
For not seeking out to you?
For throwing away what our hearts were craving?
For taking a pass on our love story?
Do you have any regrets?
Because I do.
Do you hate me for not having the guts when faith knocked on
our door? Because I do.
What's the point of waiting for a sign if you don't jump on
it when it comes by?
Eyes closed, face up, floating onto the surface
No one can tell the water apart from my salty tears.
Until the current takes them away with me.
Until next time my love.