you’d come back, crying like the crybaby you are and jumping into my arms like after every fight we had — atleast that’s what i thought.

it’s been a month, a month without any moves to try and talk this out from you. what happened? what happened to my crybaby? i was anxiously walking towards your house, climbing into your room through your window like always.

there you laid in bed, looking unfazed as my bottom lip started to quiver at the sight, your eyes dry, unlike mine. “come back.”