dear angel,

i guess it's okay.

you didn't lie to me, and say you loved me.

but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

the sad smiles i put on my face every day, seem harder and more impossible.

i'm confining myself to this glass prison, even though i know dang well how to get out.

i'm just afraid.

maybe i'll hurt myself even more.

why can't i run to you, even though i want you the most?

sincerely,

tae kwang