The pain of losing you right in your own house is beyond words.
The feeling when you introduced me to her was pure unadulterated torture.
A blackhole replaced all the butterflies in my stomach, and it ripped them to pieces with every words you speak to her.
It was a wonder how I managed a smile and a nod. How I was able to speak despite the deafening thunder in my ears from the hurricane inside my heart. My heart heavy, hands trembling as I pretended that I didn’t care
But despite it all, no tears were shed that day. I guess, I was half expecting this. The pain I carry everyday knows it will all come to this. Like always. Alone, broken, discarded, taken for granted.
The skies cried for me that night. The thunder roared its anger towards you. It conveyed the hatred I can never show you.
It mourns of the things I’m loosing;
No more soft words
No more cuddles
No more reassurance
No more soft smiles
and all the warmth
And I lie there, shivering from the coldness of the air condition, wishing the chill reaches my heart and freezes it forever.
