In an instance that I will look at you,

don’t look back,

act like we’re just two strangers

walking under one celestial body.

In an instance that you will look at me,

I’ll act that you’re just a kid,

curious about everything the world has.

In an instance that we looked

at each other eye to eye,

like everything would be like in slow motion,

we’ll just act we don’t need each other’s arms…

like we just feel normal

and used to have that missing piece inside;

and accept the fact that these instances

will never lead to a happy ending story.

I’m just tired of feeling

that I should belong to you

or it will be magical to have you.

I’m tired of feeling hurt…

of feeling unloved.

Disclosures after Midnight. 14-01-2017

Author: Macoi Garcia

Storyteller. Writes for what my heart and mind says.

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