Farewell.
I've always thought you were the one for me, the so-called soulmate that I have believed to exist.
Now there is nothing left but a violently ripped hole to where my mind used to be.
And the cherished memories I had of you were just fragments and torn pieces of some fragile material that dissolves under the lightest, gentlest touch.
And now they've drifted away like butterflies: fluttering, fleeting, gone.
I could care less.
I could care more.
Who gives?
I have given up on crying over you. I have given up hoping you would one day know, mature, and find me again.
Those days were never meant to take form in reality.
Yes, I have lost hope. Ahead of me is mere bleakness, nothing more.
Nothing at all.
I will not be there, ever again.
The aches were never pronounced, but they're there. And they hurt.
The tears are there too, but these are obvious. They shed like unwanted feathers. Anytime, everyday.
The smiles and blissful moments have frozen in the depths of my heart, shattered, and pierced like sleet.
You want my heart, you say.
Take it. It's bled, it's torn, it's broken, it's incomplete. It's dead.
And it doesn't want you.
It erodes.
And the sand flies away into nowhere, nothingness.
It burns too.
And the ashes float elsewhere, unknown.
Void, isn't it?
And now I am all alone.
Again.
Goodbye. I will not expect you to understand anymore.
Now there is nothing left but a violently ripped hole to where my mind used to be.
And the cherished memories I had of you were just fragments and torn pieces of some fragile material that dissolves under the lightest, gentlest touch.
And now they've drifted away like butterflies: fluttering, fleeting, gone.
I could care less.
I could care more.
Who gives?
I have given up on crying over you. I have given up hoping you would one day know, mature, and find me again.
Those days were never meant to take form in reality.
Yes, I have lost hope. Ahead of me is mere bleakness, nothing more.
Nothing at all.
I will not be there, ever again.
The aches were never pronounced, but they're there. And they hurt.
The tears are there too, but these are obvious. They shed like unwanted feathers. Anytime, everyday.
The smiles and blissful moments have frozen in the depths of my heart, shattered, and pierced like sleet.
You want my heart, you say.
Take it. It's bled, it's torn, it's broken, it's incomplete. It's dead.
And it doesn't want you.
It erodes.
And the sand flies away into nowhere, nothingness.
It burns too.
And the ashes float elsewhere, unknown.
Void, isn't it?
And now I am all alone.
Again.
Goodbye. I will not expect you to understand anymore.