Black

three years ago black was my favourite colour. Maybe because it was as dark as i felt, or because the void it was perceived as made me feel comfort. Now i can barely see it anymore. It drains me out to look at it. It reminds me of you. How we would run carefree. Running away was what we wanted. We wanted to run away to Amsterdam. What big Dreamers we were. But i wasnt enough for you. You needed more than me. All the other Girls you kissed and the promises you broke. You needed more than me. And i needed more than the Black void you left me with. Finja☆