Krug
"Ali nije mogao drukčije, kao narkoman koji zna štetnost droge pa ipak, bez nje ne može.."
Meša Selimović, Krug
some random shitty feelings
It's all visible, like a dry tears trace on a crystal clear face and right away you see it doesn't go together. Like how the damn past and present can't go over it so you get stung in the heart by the poison of getting used to it. Whether you like it or not you're going to wear that dry trace on to the next day.
Like a slam of the door that you regret in the back of your heart a few cracks later. Actually a present wish, a wish to keep her but a sure way to lose.
Pretending that it's getting better when you're all closer to breaking down.So you close that emptiness with forgeting but never forgiving. The only love that could fill that emptiness was exactly yours. But you don't love me, do you? That's not how you treat a person when you're in love.
Saying that you love me now is like a kiss that touches only the lips not the heart.
It's not the lips that need mending.
