Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.
to be alone,
and I want
to not let me be
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.