Majikaaa_

Nothing—
          	that’s all you ever wanted me to feel.
          	
          	When you said I felt too much
          	and trusted too little.
          	When you told me
          	she was just a friend.
          	
          	When we fought
          	and you left me on the pavement
          	like something easily forgotten.
          	
          	And now here you are—
          	begging for a little
          	of the love I once had too much of.
          	
          	Now you’re the one on your knees,
          	your voice breaking,
          	while they all wonder
          	why I walked away so easily.
          	
          	But the truth is simple.
          	
          	Because now,
          	when it comes to you,
          	all I feel is—
          	
          	Nothing.
          	
          	—Majika

Majikaaa_

Nothing—
          that’s all you ever wanted me to feel.
          
          When you said I felt too much
          and trusted too little.
          When you told me
          she was just a friend.
          
          When we fought
          and you left me on the pavement
          like something easily forgotten.
          
          And now here you are—
          begging for a little
          of the love I once had too much of.
          
          Now you’re the one on your knees,
          your voice breaking,
          while they all wonder
          why I walked away so easily.
          
          But the truth is simple.
          
          Because now,
          when it comes to you,
          all I feel is—
          
          Nothing.
          
          —Majika

Majikaaa_

I saw you across the street
          where we used to catch our bus,
          your shadow lingering
          in a place that no longer belongs to us.
          
          I saw you in my room
          between the quiet pages of my diary,
          in the spaces where my pen
          still remembers your name.
          
          I saw you in the crowd,
          in the shape of the space you used to take,
          in the silence that follows
          every memory of you.
          
          Perhaps you are still my ghost—
          not the kind that wanders graveyards,
          but the one that follows me in ordinary places.
          
          
          ~ Majika

Majikaaa_

They say don’t go back to what hurt you, yet here we are, repeating history
          Dagger to my heart— you swore it was Cupid’s arrow.
          The pain cuts too deep, yet my fragile heart can't let you go
          I needed a reason, but even that wouldn’t have been enough.
          
          
          Oh trip down memory lane you thought you were a lover, yet love was a stranger to you.
          Oh trip down memory lane I begged to all the stars, to never let this love find me again
          
          
          --- Majika