Feelings hurt

 

IMG_7669Was it wasted time?
How do I say I’m fine
once you’ve taken mine
before you walked away?

Did you have to go?
Should I have known?
We were walking slow
before you stopped it there.

Maybe I should’ve asked more questions along the way
but I was skipping around, naive as always
when all the god-given doubts were sent down to me.
Maybe I was happy I was no longer alone;
blinded ’cause I was not afraid anymore.
Maybe I didn’t know how to break through your walls.
I just stood and waited outside your door,
but baby, I was happy.

An innocent crime
in a devastating time —
where us people
are so replaceable.

Was it driven by fear?
Did is steer your wheel?
Nothing’s ever clear,
but it hurts in here
where my tears reside.

I wanted to give you the love I never received
and I would’ve waited to see your heart heal,
but not if you hurt me.
I need mine to keep yours clean.

 

Love,  Alyazya


12 thoughts on “Feelings hurt

  1. My my my…. Alyazya, your spirit is far more beautiful than your face. Actually that beautiful that I usually stop myself from looking at your blog. You know the feeling where someone knows someone too beautiful, and sort of like a magnet that will suck all of your being? Yeah, that sort. I apologize for not visiting your blog and now that you know the reason, I hope you’d keep forgiving me 🙂 Love you!

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  2. Reblogged this on Notes and commented:

    My my my…. Alyazya, your spirit is far more beautiful than your face. Actually that beautiful that I usually stop myself from looking at your blog. You know the feeling where someone knows someone too beautiful, and sort of like a magnet that will suck all of your being? Yeah, that sort. I apologize for not visiting your blog and now that you know the reason, I hope you’d keep forgiving me 🙂 Love you!

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