I was healing.
It's that special promise that i made as i mumbled under my breath « I'll walk away from what screwed my sanity «
It was a necessity to undergo such a process.
Until we locked eyes, lowkey it wasn't once or twice.... it was an art of eye contact that was frequent enough to make me question where am I in the road of self balancing?
« Is it the right timing to stop fighting feelings? »
« Am I ready to fall all the way back in love...and what if it was skinny love? «
Like everytime I loved, got hurt, and moved on all on my own...I'm falling in love with the man of my dreams, no scratch.... I'm falling for the man in my dreams; I don't see you often and I'm left to my imagination's ability of picturing you. you're far from me and whenever I spot you around throwing gazes my conscience falls short of self balancing resulting a spark and blur for some reason, should I take my time to heal or let me take that risk one more time?
Won't time love us for once? Won't time love us?10/4/2021
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PoetryHow diverse love can actually be . Special dedication: Jesus.