Hold.

The night is as quiet as usual. I'm starting to get use to being alone at this silent night, filling up the empty spaces in my heart with loneliness. No wrong being alone, at least I can hear my heart clearer.

I was in denial all this while. I run, I hide, not willing to let anybody touch this wound. I don't mention because I know I will think about you. Between you and I, I'm just the unlucky one. I had my feelings all in, apparently it wasn't the same for you.

The lover that stays always hold the place. & the truth is we weren't genuinely. I can only trust myself from now on.