Although time will never play easy on me, I know I might be able to get over it sometime. Not now, though. I just need a little patience with myself, just to understand that I can't reach people's hearts the way I feel things. Maybe that missing part acts in this case, for that I feel alone everytime I feel.
I wish I could have an arm that I could rely on the way I wanted to: with no fear. I won't ever be able to do that, I know. Cause I know there is no trustworthy hearts, unless mine, that I can share my painless past disguise and be completely understood. And lay down after that. And not fall on ground unaware.
No more of what I won't ever have.
With love. Me.
