330

Sometimes your nostalgia mixes with your emotions and takes you to a place you didn't wish or know you could go to.

For the first time in 330 days
I wanted to run to you
I craved your arms enclosing around me
Your tall frame bending over
Shielding me, protecting me.
For the first time In 330 days
I let myself remember;
Your crooked smile and messy hair.
The way you never shut up
For the first time in 330 days I missed you
My heart ached for you.
I ran I went to flee
I didn't know wear to go
Then images of you, of us filled my mind
That's where I yearned to go
Back to your arms.
For the first time in 330 days
I let myself feel
And I didn't like the answer.
I don't like that my mind jumped to you
After all you did
I don't like that I craved you
After all I never knew.
I didn't like it all
But that one wild streak that you brought out;
That place of darkness
Loved it, loved you.

Author's Note

Ignore the structure

Reviews

[CatT]

I've most definitely felt this way before, and you phrased it wonderfully. It's so frustrating to give your thoughts over to someone that doesn't deserve them.

[Maskedthoughts]

Thank you for the nice words and for understanding!