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Tears

It’s been awhile since our last GOODBYE~

I had always thought that the phrase- “Time heals all wounds”- exist… ~

Now that I realize the reason ~ The reason I can’t breathe right, the reason I can’t sleep at night, the reason I feel:-

Empty- for you had taken my entire reason to smile with you…

Pain- to end a day without the slightest chance of knowing how you were…

Lonely- like no one else mattered to me…

Anticipation- awaiting for the moment my phone would ring with your name appearing on the screen…

Hope- to see you smile again, to hear your carefree chatter…

~time wasn’t healing me…

But to my surprise “Time Intensified the pain of MY wound”

What is that _ sliding down my face?

Why does it soak my clothes?

What the fcuk is it?

Why does it hurt so much?

Why does it have to show when I intend to be strong?

TEARS~ they are called~ hardwired to my emotions

Cry~

No matter it is a cry of pain or a cry of joy…

That THING that appears is known as tears…

I miss you truly… fiercely…

I wish you were here…!!!

Esme