to call you up and tell you
I’ve missed the sound of your laughter
and the way you taste like minty toothpaste
when we kiss?
Would it be a waste of my time
to ask to see you once again
because I miss you hold my hands
and laying on your chest
while dozing off to sleep?
Would I just be digging
myself into a hole,
taking steps back
and ripping open wounds
in the middle of healing?
myself into a hole,
taking steps back
and ripping open wounds
in the middle of healing?
But what if I say that I don’t mind.
What if I tell you that
I’ve thought it through
and for you,
I’d hurt a million times over.
For you,
I will wait
a little longer.
What if I tell you that
I’ve thought it through
and for you,
I’d hurt a million times over.
For you,
I will wait
a little longer.
- Ming.