Alone, in a dark room. Only light being the screen.
It beams, as i write. As i try not to cry.
The sound of silence, being interrupted by my loud music.
The music that expresses the grief i feel.
Because she found someone.
The girl I love found someone.
It's been years since me and her last had a proper discussion.
She texts me. While I was in the middle of writing.
And yet, I see a profile picture. Looks so connected, to another.
I look at her bio.
And there it is.
She found someone.
The girl that left, was the girl I loved most.
Seems like it wasn't meant to be.
I yearn for her.
I love her...
And I would do anything for her to come back.
I love her with all of the bits of my cold, broken heart.
And I would do anything to hold her in my arms again.
To hold her close, and feel that bit of warmth when she said "I love you."
My heart screams.
As it starts to drown.
Drown in self loathing.
My heart yearns for her, and only wants to be with her.
But it seems she doesn't care.
Nothing makes me happy.
And I will die alone.
In this cold, meaningless world.
