I promised to love you right and I didn’t. The moments we still haven’t shared went after you the moment you closed the door.
The kisses left without any apparent reason, those you used to make me a better person.
The hugs, your hugs, those you used to comfort me instantly… they left.
Your looks left as they suggested me to keep my big mouth shut before I screwed up again.
Your caresses left, but those that had nothing to do with my skin hurt the most.
And it’s because I loved you wrong and my promises left the moment you shut the door behind you.