you call me, beg to meet me and say that you have a girlfriend, its an open relationship and you want to take me out. I screamed “fuck you” and you insisted on staying soon you left her and a month later we hung out and you brought me flowers. The bottles broke, liquid spills, anger expels but you insist on looking at rings and taking me to therapy to fix my head, but nothing is good enough so maybe it’s my medication thats between me, us, and eternal happiness. The comedown

Waking up to a new dawn, a sense of forlorn settles. The day goes by, in a blur of mindless noise and senseless sound. Anything and everything is a reminiscence of a happier time. Time which should've stayed frozen and never gone by. While the day keeps sanity in check, nights haunt the memories made. For every thought of learning to move on, a tear and another is shed. Waking up again, it is all a cycle. Each memory a stab in the heart, the feeling that of a dagger twist