I keep waking up to a different reality,
a different you
and everything that you have been till yesterday
seems like something my mind made up
and all the love you have in your heart
seems little less mine.
But I keep walking towards you
even when I know I probably should not.
I keep waiting
for words of truth,
or words of sincerity,
or words of past that I believed in
to find their way back to your mouth.
I keep hoping that
words will be enough, that you will be enough
for this love to breathe again.
But I am also afraid that nothing you give up,
nothing I give up
can get back what we had, even if we tried.