i left them on read
but should i have responded in some way?
i wanted to reprimand aloud
with my voice echoing in the sky
and my torn heart exposed to the cloud
wishing that the sty
never ever reached my mending sight.
why had i succumbed to the significance of betrayal?
how many times had i been through discomfiture?
why had my mind watched my heart slip to being inconsequential?
for i had been through this once and knew all the procedures.
first,
there was the hesitation,
then the questions,
then the confirmations,
and the blind trusts.
second,
there was the laughter,
and all that fervour,
moments of belonging,
which led to comforting.
third,
a little hint.
fourth,
a little tint of sigh.
fifth,
a little ignorance.
sixth,
the silence.
seventh,
the realization.
eight,
the formation of tears.
ninth,
the foolish regrets.
tenth,
the dawn of another heartbreak.
