this is not a haiku.
i’m a liar.

i lied each and every single time
i told you i was walking away
and you know this
because i’m still here.
you can look back and find me
with a pen in my hand
talking about the feel of your hair
on my face
in my dreams.

right now i’m thinking of giving up
and walking away from you.
but we both know i won’t.

i don’t even know how to write a haiku.

(Source: silencecreptoverme)