#scribbled writing

I am listening to the song that I once played when we were alone,

In that soft moment, I even admitted —

The first time I discovered it from some random indie playlist,

It reminded me of you,

The look you had was a remedy,

You smiled, your eyes sparkled,

I still have the memory;

At this moment, I'm wondering—

How you must have given it to someone else by now,

Calling it yours.

You were hidden behind the moon,

All nights except one– illuminated the lonely sky,

When you were asleep, away for the night,

A traitor jumped in, when the lights were shy,

A bouquet made of stolen flowers,

The garden was private,

With an open heart,

Took only the ones you like,

Left the rest,

With an apology, thanks and a good-bye.

Joy was your face when you saw it,

Ocean became their soul in one blink,

Pulled by you,

Strong waves leaving surface,

Turbulent became the sea–

Under the spell of your glory,

Never quite reached you,

That was the end of the story.

It's okay,

Go ahead,

Tear me apart,

Feed on my bleeding heart,

Dug your teeth in my sanity,

I've already lost a good chunk of it,

A good chunk of the person I was once,

All that goodness, lost in vanity;

It's okay,

Destroy me,

I'm already damaged goods,

Burned when I didn't run,

Crushed when I was kind,

Robbed when I hoped,

A waste of human life;

It's okay,

End me, 'cause I know you will,

You deserve this,

End me, 'cause that's what shadows do,

Surrounded by light, so dark,

Pretending to be still,

Waiting for the right moment,

Then going for the kill.

During the announcement,

When they didn't say my name,

My tears found their way out,

The pain was hard to tame,

You said I look better when I cry,

My words wrapped in a meek laugh were,

“Fuck off and Die.”

You smiled at that,

And for once, losing didn't feel so bad;

Making things easy was always your part,

Because I was a clumsy mess,

Both of us knew that from the start,

Now, there are days,

When I zoom out with a fixed gaze,

Back to the time–

When we were partners in crime,

Bittersweet, I know, but–

My wounds turn sore,

When I remember, why we're not friends anymore.