I know love as a fading thing, just as fickle as a feather in a stream
Its a scary thought to know that one day she’ll be wearing my favourite t shirt of yours, the one that draped across my skin on those nights you’d kiss my head and tell me you used to dream about having a girl like me.
we just sat there, while i tried so hard to keep loving you
in your bed, your bathroom, the hallway
i can see your body shaking from the love you can’t feel
what is that empty space between us that feels like grey dust? you know, the space you feel too
my hand covered as much as yours as it could and I stretched it a little more to show you- I am trying so hard to keep loving you
and then i realised it was in everything i do