Under the moonlit night with the clouds I stood, stopped and stared. For the first time in my life, I noticed. You hadn’t felt the same. But the night is deadly. It is what it is, poison. It was the heart wrenching pain that you had lied to me, yourself and your heart. And the hardest part was choking back tears of regrets remembering a reminder over the trivial that you refused never to know in time till it broke your soul. You broke my heart. And you left me. To cry.
The pain made my heart grow cold, my legs numbing from empty wine bottles and unfinished cigarettes in my coffee. I cried for days in the hopes that you would change my mind and heal my heart.
When you told everybody you wanted to propose to me, I felt rejuvenated and betrayed in a way because it’s funny what crazy things can do to the prolonging of the mind. I seem to have betrayed myself. The way you sleep within your bed makes me a constant fake to the way you take me crying in your arms and make love to me. The constant wait and the way you make love to your coffee cups makes me so jealous that it makes me wanna kiss you so hard and here I am falling in love with you all over again, and waiting for you to say I love you and that you do; all over again….
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