inevitable

one

i should move.

i should start cleaning my room, my apartment, cleaning it off any traces of you.

of you.

i remembered how we danced under the moonlight...

sand on our toes, giddy with joy...

then you said, i have to go,

and that

b
r
o
k
e

me  a p a r t

and i don't know

why

until you never returned.

—

i am foolish.

it is a well known fact.

but i do not

t h i n k

that i could be

this

foolish.

y
o
u

dared to

come into my house

secure yourself into my heart

and lure me into

your nonexistent one

then break mine.

—

how could you be so cruel?

i gave you everything.

all the hugs,

all the kisses,

all tender caresses,

all whispered sweet nothings,

all your "love",

was it all planned?

was it all fake?

i cannot believe that you,

though a logical and cold person,

could manipulate

one's (read: my) emotions

like

this.

i do not like this.

i do not like the fact that you

never truly loved me.

—

i am frantically searching,

searching for one proof

that you truly loved me.

—

i found nothing.

but, i still long for you.

— k