Me. You. Us.

There's this scab over a wound that I kept on scratching despite the bleeding. 
There's this inbox that I kept checking for your messages, despite the pain.
I long for a physical activity, despite the tiredness.
I long for you, despite the effort.

I'm happy when I'm with a book and a cup of coffee.
I'm happy when I'm beside you, reading a book together and sipping a coffee, too.
You used to be my sunshine, my drop of golden sun.
I used to be your cause to smile and also your cause for tears.

I want to forget the embarrassing memories of my childhood.
I want to forget the painful ones with you.
I hope to get another shot of whiskey.
I hope to get another chance with you.




Mas convincing sana kung totoo, diba? Paramore songs getting me all shitty and stuff. Ciao.