I should’ve been there. I know.
It should’ve been my T shirt, not your pillow that soaks up your tears; should’ve been my ears not the walls that hear. The pavement that I sit on isn’t cozy, Y’know.. my face rests in my palms, I’m restless. The stillness of this moment has me perturbed. I apologise, but tonight, we cry alone.
I open my moist eyes to crescent moon, blurred by memories of you; it aches for me to say, leave me alone, leave me astray for I am a wild one; I make my own way.