I’m burning, galloping in galaxies and choking myself with stars.
You didn’t call, I hope you will. Maybe you figured out you’re happy without me, so am I. I feel released, confortable, there’s no worries. Yet I miss you, yet I still love you, yet you didn’t call. It hurts to be around you, it suffocates me and I love all this emotional asphyxia, without you I’m free, I’m light. But I want to feel the weight on my chest, I want to scream, I want to be able to not breathe, I want it to hurt.
If it hurts, please stay.
I remember someone taking my heart away long before I met you both so you tried to do the same but I smiled and laughed, I was not understanding your objective I was too far away to even perceive what you were saying.
Walls were no longer visible, reachable.
In my condition I can’t expect much.