Sunday morning,
A hot cup of coffee
"The sun is up! Rise and shine!"
His name pops on my screen;
Is this a dream?
I can't believe it...
I can't believe he's finally mine.
Wednesday evening,
Over a cup of tea
-I told him that I love him this morning-
I'm still waiting for him to text me.
-He must've forgotten this time...
A notification snaps me out of my thoughts,
At least he texted me goodnight...
Friday at dawn, watching the sunset.
-I texted him earlier-
Does he still love me?
Does he still care?
Questions so heavy on my mind,
"I'm feeling so lonely tonight..."
But no, fucking, reply.
Saturday night,
An eternity went by,
Still ignoring me; still no text back.
My phone lights up; "Unknown number"
"He played us both";
And my breathing quickens,
And my heart shatters.
Sunday midnight,
Tear and cries. A bottle of wine.
-His number blocked-
Hoping to fall asleep before I fall apart.
Oh take me back, please take me back;
To that Sunday morning,
Where everything was fine;
When he texted me good morning.
When he texted me good night.
When I thought he loved me
And believed his lies.
At least I was his then,
And he was mine.
Or was he? Was he ever mine?
My demons are retaking over my thoughts.
Am I that unworthy of real love?
-Good night...
-Nour Ibrahim
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PuisiThat's the unfortunate reality Of star crossed lovers, No happy fairytale endings, More like Romeo and Juliette their love kills, When they don't acknowledge each other's feelings. -Nour Ibrahim-
