I’m here in the present, but I still think of the past.
You’ve left me there for months: seven and a half.
I’ve struggled to get through them, using all of my might,
I’ve ended up on the edge of Everest, and I might jump tonight.
If I decide to jump, would you make a move and catch me?
Or would you let me fall, and let the outcome be deadly?
I tried to pick up the pieces, but you just wouldn’t let me.
So I’ll leave them on the floor, since you don’t want to caress me.
Will I become a part of the lying and scattered pieces?
Broken like my heart, with […]