I slept,
With the hope to forget.
I wept,
With all the traces you have left.
It's melancholic.
And I regret pushing you,
And still expected to be chased by you.
Because yes, people can grow tired too.
At that moment,
I think your time has come.
Where your strength was all drowned out.
From the very start 'til the last, I know there will be a time-out.
I just didn't expect it to be now.
YOU ARE READING
Diagnosed
PoetryThird and last installment of the Pills trilogy. She keeps on looking for her Adonis, but she found her Hephaestus.
