i stood tall.

I shed a tear. no, it was just my lens bothering me.
I wanted to talk, but i didnt try to look for anyone.

I cried then, in the dark, on my terrace.
The city lights reflected everything, what is a tear?

I felt bad, i wanted to call her and talk to her.
I just knew that i couldnt take another unsmooth conversation.

I wished that he wasnt just "out" somehwere.
and I missed.

I wanted to have that conversation. that one you promised.
But I dindt want to look like a fool.

So i cried, and splashed my face,
and sky stared me to sleep.

Vulnerable. I thought i would fall.
but i stood tall.