Dear... The One Who Left
There were times I forced myself not to hate you. You were changing fast, you looked at others. All my attempts were left on the read. Becoming formal and cold.
But then, that’s not me, that’s you.
You lost me.
You were lonely and hard to understand. You were waiting on the bus stations for so long. You tried and focused on yourself. Then you left.
I just felt my presence wasn’t that natural. Your silence said its words.
I watched the profiles of your girls, just wanted to know what kind you preferred.
Myself, I had to stop being your ghost!
After 2 months of not seeing you.
My heart doesn’t ache.
You don’t deserve me.
I don’t care who she is. But she suits you.
I won’t ask you anything, I won’t talk to you, you won’t exist for me.
I’m happy she is not me.
I try not to hate you.
I hate myself for spending my time on you!