As the days go by, my mind not so neatly collects all thoughts of the girl from the past and the future. And I canât wait for the day that my heart doesnât yearn for her. But until then, all i can do is sit in silence as the weeks go by and watch the seconds like tick after tick-tock. Because without her? Without her I feel down, scared, and lonely beyond all hell. And because of her I will never feel the same about any girl or about myself. Because ever since that night I was programmed to believe that i am everything that no girl wants, and what she gave me is what i donât deserve. Love, compassion, and laughter. Because of her I long for a touch, her touch. Her embrace and her spirit.
Because of her I fear that I cannot be loved and because of her, I linger in the limelight of sorrow. I wish the day of her return will come but because of her, I know it wonât.
They say that the heart wants what it wants, but no matter how my heart longs for her, I will be forced to accept that I was not good enough for her to stay.
Because she did this to me. Because she left me. Because I didnât suffice.
Because of her, I am broken and lastly...because of her, I donât want to be whole again.