It’s knowing you’re hurting yourself but not stopping your path to self destruction
It’s your heart wanting to freely trust but your mind playing game of friction
It’s convincing yourself that being lonely is your salvation, to stay aloof is the only way to be
It’s all that hurt wrapped on your skin, blinding you from all the good that’s still left to see
But once in a while when the fog clears, I run free from the maze of doubts and fear
That windy night on your terrace is a stunning moment I will always hold dear
The sky, a beautiful mix of dark and rosy, showering a light drizzle on my cheeks
Your arm caressing my waist softly as I stare out in amaze is that one thing on sleepless nights I miss.