27.

The night is a little too long.
I'm picking up pieces of what is left.
Still thinking, still wondering.
Still tearing over the same old shit.
Our picture still in the frame on my desk.
Your calling name still stuck in my phone.
Photos are still everywhere.
In phone, tablet, hardrives and also prints.
Where will all these go?
I can't even look at them.
If I do, I will see your eyes and your smile.
And for that moment I would die.
My mind goes blank and the heart stops beating.
Oh how much we had loved each other.
For far too long we cherished and adored.
Cared and appreciated one another.
Yet you left.
You just left me in a flash.
Left me with lies trailing behind.
Left with many questions go unanswered.
I was naive. I was stupid.
I became a fool to someone I dearly loved.
I had always trusted you.
And you used it.
I have lost love and faith.
May I find them again some day.
And if I do, I would hold them tight.
Keeping them away from malice.
Away from selfish, sick beings.
But right now, I'm still struggling.
God knows why.
The stick is ending.
And the coffee is getting cold.
Time for me to turn in.

Happy birthday to me.