So this was it. No red lights, no road signs, no anything to warn me of this tragic end. Maybe, I would have seen this coming if you were not selfish enough to keep it for yourself. You could have broken my heart slowly, scathing it day after day, but you are the southern winds, you came in all at once and left just the same.
"So this is the last time..." I never thought that everything we have built will only crumble upon hearing those words. That our love was a tumbling tower and you were the bottom wood block, but now it's time for you to withdraw yourself from all the weight of my madness –my love.
"Goodbye, then," you said. I shook my head as I looked up the sky and saw the grey clouds looming in, so the universe did give me a sign.
"This is not goodbye, this is the last time. For goodbyes could lead us back to beginnings, to another set of hellos. I can't risk another one."
And as I turned to walk away, the rain finally poured, and so did my tears. With every step I take, my heartbeat gradually fades away knowing it will never be the same.
This is the first time I had my heart broken.
This is the last time I could possibly say it's mine.
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Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
