This time around it feels heavy.
The thoughts of you suffocating me to no end.
Make my heart beat irregularly.
And my mind became quite a mess.
It’s not like you’re a catch to begin with.
That’s what my brain told me. And I knew it’s right.
But I guess my heart doesn’t even care to listen.
As time and time again you disappear in my life only to reappear in my mind.
Maybe now I don’t know yet, but for sure future me will know.
How you not that important,
as you are only a futile fairytale. Of my present imagination