baracajsaa

you could be happy and I won't know
but you weren't happy the day I watched you go

and all the things that I wished I had not said
are played in loops till it's madness in my head

is it too late to remind you how we were?

but not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

you could be happy, I hope you are
you med me happier than I'd been by far

somehow everything I own smells of you
and for the tiniest moment it's all not true

do the things that you always wanted to

without me there to hold you back; don't think, just do

more than anything I want to see you, girl

take a glorious bite of the whole world

is it just me or is this our story written in words?