I'm sitting on the bed, staring at the cream-painted ceiling, hoping the pain would hurt less. My lids felt heavy, but not as heavy as the one's from my hurting chest.
Your scent is still on the sheets of white, hoping you were really here by my side. The image of you with her, kept replaying on my frustrated mind. To think that, in the end you were never mine.
Frames with you and me, how it hurts to see. Glasses of shattered pieces
How I want to pick them up, and injure my fragile fingers, that held your hands, thinking it was forever.
But then again, you are no longer mine. My hands empty, nothing intertwined,
This selfish desire...that chooses to hide.
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝑀𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀 || Words of disbelief
Poetry『••✎••』 mel·an·chol·y /ˈmelənˌkälē/ 1. noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. "an air of melancholy surrounded him" adjective having a feeling of melancholy; sad and pensive. "she felt a little melancholy" love·sick /ˈlə...
