"You look different, " I took a glance in her features. I can't imagine her eyes lost their shine. The longing, anger and emptiness are all I can read in her. She looks tired ; pale. She became the person she hated the most. In her surrounding, she breathe only toxicity, the blood on the floor witnessed her suffering in the dark. And she hate it, I hate it. The day everything went dark. The day she want to scream but knowing she feels like she's drowning under the water is useless at all. "It'll pass" they say. However, I recognize everything about her. The change when she stop loving things she loved the most break my heart into pieces. The day she didn't cry for the reason that she used to it. Before everything went dark again, I gently touch the mirror in front of me, "I miss you. I miss the day we once love things correctly."
YOU ARE READING
Midst Ephemeral
PoetryYou don't need to read this. If you wil read this, I hope you know the consequences of my hopeless soul.
