I don’t want to be the right, I want to be the bad and you mislead all of your convictions. I am tired of being the right.
I am bored of waiting for you to reach me. I am always forgotten and you are my future and past.
I never came into your thoughts and in my though you sleep over and wake up.
I am your last cares, they have all of your conversations and I only own your silence. And if you ever satisfied me a second and it’s only a second, before it ends you leave me your habits.
I am the one that became normal to you and my presence is like my absence. My time with you flies and with others the time stops
I am the one who is content on your account. You will find me when your eyes flick. And I am the one who gets broken, every time I lie to myself and believe your reasons.