i'm cinnamon, cloves and fire, you're the rested cedarwood of desire

your words that night kept replaying in my mind, it's as though someone is pressing the refresh button over and over again. no, i don't want to believe how easily i said ok, and how numb the pain felt. you made me promise not to say them anymore, but it was you who eventually said it. just like us breaking apart, promises break even easier.

when my world was crumbling beneath my feet, and all i did was stand and watch it fall apart.. you came in and i had something to grab onto. it is comforting, and frightening at the same time.

but why is it that when i fall apart now, with half of me already on the ground watching from below, i have nothing to grab onto anymore? i won't let anyone or anything get that close to me anymore.




my world is thinning,

and the earth.. it's still spinning.
i am numb,
i am numb,
i don't believe anymore.