Back To Basics (II)

9 months ago

A hectic life, a compulsive lifestyle. What else should be asked for? Maybe, some fresh air? It would flourish the grey sky at least for a bit...
It's been a month since I last saw him. I wonder what he's doing right now.

Why do you love me so much? - he asked.

He used to ask that when we're in bed. Usually I had a good response, but in that precise moment, I just stared at him... I was desperate to tell him "I don't know..."

Do I love you enough then? - he asked.

(If you can.) - I thought.

Umm... I'll love you more... - he whispered.

I can't shake everything away... Memories are still haunting me. He said he'd love me more, he said it! Why are we here then? Why are we running away from each other? Why are we not together? He said it... he did.

I'm empty. He's punishing me for what I didn't do. My life is all routine... Does he give a damn about me? Huh... I bet no... What if I killed myself? Would he care? Would he pick me up and say please don't! Please stay with me!

It's all apparition...

I need him... Why am I still here? Breathing and walking like a living puppet... Why? I just hate myself for not being someone else. There's nothing in me... Look at this mess! This face... this shitty face!!!

Another mirror down... I swear I won't be getting any more mirrors.

To be continued...