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..
Let me conquer you like Alexander expected to conquer the world
I’ll keep you safe inside my arms like my beating heart
I won’t let no trouble come closer to you
I’ll take the bullet for you
And at night when you can’t fall asleep
I’ll press my lips against yours to remind you that I’ll always be here for you.
“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.