jesyodio
I know he didn't invent the stars. But that night, it just seemed like he had created the whole universe just within the tip of his fingers. He had me wrapped around his fingers, the inventor of the universe, my universe.
He swings from the tangles of my heart. He doesn't even know it, but he's hanging from a string. A small, fragile string that is just too tired to keep holding on to such a big heavy promise. So let go, let go of this tangle heart. And maybe finally, well cut off these tangled strings of ours.