I open my notebook so I could write what's left of me.
but instead in every page I draw your face.
and as I go on you become a stranger!
and slowly fade within the lines.
the sad part is I would have really loved you.
but you've made your choice.
you never ment to stay.
and I was fool enough to wish for Impossible.
this house longs for you.
the daffodils didn't blossom when your absence poisoned the air.
did I ever tell you that I hate these walls?
i hate this dull blue which reminds me of your blue eyes.
do you know that I hate this house ?
i hate that some pieces will always belong to you.
doesn't matter if I change the daffodils.
doesn't matter if I paint the walls white.
it gonna be always about you.
I rip the pages that I draw your face in and pin them all to the blue wall, where daffodils can see; where I can see.
thoughts screams in my head but I keep calm even though my face is wet.
but i breath and I will survive, and broken part may heal.
but somewhere in time I'll always belong to you.