Cause maybe we weren’t meant to burn. I find myself in the same bed with the same two hands holding me for warmth. They didnt shield me from this lingering feeling, you’re still on my mind. I’m not heartbroken, sad nor devistated. I just wish I had the guts to face you and the girl that makes you smile. I couldn’t and it makes me feel so weak.
my hands were to small to hold you closer
The overthinking 