Unwritten 12

 Maybe im just not better than any of this

Maybe leaving you after all is the easiest way to keep you in this silence

I dont know how to be better or recovery after this

You and our little dance in the parking lot

‘Hold me..’ you said

But I choose to run away

Left you standing there

‘This is too much for me..’ i said

You’re the foolish one, and im the coward one