Remember the last time you told me you love me? It’s dry & cold at the same time. It complements the way you treat me, the way you make me feel that there’s someone much worthy & much better than I am.
I’ve tried to walk faster trying not to absorb you, and luckily I didn’t slip! How hurtful can it be, once I fell on the cracks of your promises?
(I relate this to a photo I took found on my IG: psmaro)