Now:
I might just have to crush my heart like you've been doing now. Only that its me who did it.
I just have to squeezed you out of my mind, feigning nothing happened, before, currently, or perhaps the future.
I will need you more than I ever do.
Need you to leave.
Leave out.
From
here. It hurts, yet you were the one that was
n't in the know. Not at all.
And let me tell you this.
I will carry on this hope till the verge of. This. Week.