Maybe what I did was right , maybe it was wrong .
But hey , I'm only human.
I miss you.
There.
Admitted.
Your voice, your cologne, your eyes, your laugh, you.
I may look like anything I want everything to look like.
But apparently, I'm tired of this charade.
I'm calling the shots now.
But even I, myself don't know what to do.
I'm like a junkie without my fix.
I walk aimlessly, constantly distracted thinking about things.
Like a lost sheep surrounded by a field, filled with wolves.
So vulnerable and fragile.
I lost myself , in the midst of letting that part containing you go.
I didn't fall though, I tripped.
So don't worry I'll be able to walk again.

3:07 PM