You’re like the Periodic Table and I’m an element still waiting to get discovered dear…
After six months he asked me “how I’m doing” I replied “fine” turning quickly the pages to hide the poetry my tears have written.
You are the history and I’m a forgotten war dear..
I can’t walk alone,
Give me a hand to hold on.
“You are full of attitude”
“You are a cheater” he shouted.
“No I’m not. Please don’t go. Please. I’m not cheater” I cried.
“I thought you deserve more, but I was wrong”
I sobbed sitting on the floor.
“I’m deleting everything. I’m deleting your pictures. And I’m gonna block you from my life”
And with that he left. I heard the door and his car was gone. He was gone.
And left me on the floor crying my heart out. I don’t know what I’m gonna do now. I don’t know whom I’m gonna talk. I’m not even sure whether I want to see sunrise tomorrow. I’m done.