hands down.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house that don’t bother me.

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out. 

I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while, 

even though going on with you gone still upsets me, 

there are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok, 

but that’s not what gets me.

What hurts the most 

was being so close

and having so much to say

and watching you walk away

and never knowing 

what could have been.

It’s hard to deal 

with the pain of losing you 

everywhere I go, 

but I’m doing it. 

Still harder, 

getting up, 

getting dressed, 

living with this regret, 

but I know 

if I could do it over 

I would trade give away 

all the words that I saved 

in my heart 

that I left unspoken.

That says it all.
The same feeling, the same look, the same regrets and mistakes. 




I am not that brave to tell this.
Too hard to be so fucking close and to just stay there with tears in your eyes, 
watching 
the-thing-u-want-the-most 
walking away. 
Isn't it dully?
Isn't it absurdity? 
to wake up in the morning with the voice you want to hear to the end and can't make it yours? 
can't hear every morning? 
To can't make it whisper sweet words in your ears, 
to can't combine it with yours? 

Sometimes the things just happen, not always the way u wanted to. 
And you have to choose. 
to change the things or just try to 
or to left the words unspoken and to wonder the whole life long
what could have been 
if
i was braver, 
if 
i wasn't so timid? 
so stupid? 

With my whole heart i wish i could choose the first one.