nothing can be the same ever.

because the moment you asked;

"do I still have you?"

is the moment that I realized;

you can't.
because I simply cannot have you.

I didn't want this. 

this series of unfortunate events

which crush both our hearts.

But really what is the point?

it was all drunk words,

with truth, but no point in the truth.

I was home, I was. 

but I don't want to fight anymore;

for this, for you.

Every time that we are in the grey areas,

my heart never rests; it's always

pacing, worrying, hurting.

In the end I guess all I could say is;

I fucked up with a one-chancer.

but you missed me too.