Seems today it's just this empty bottle on the table
Me and a couple of strangers
Sitting in front of the bending machines
It's always like this, isn't it?

We gaze to every corner of the room, to every direction as if looking for another human to interact with, expect we never gaze into each other eyes.

Sigh

Someone just left...

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Ive been meaning to write more often than ever
But exams have been consuming my thoughts
They have no energy to run
And who am I kidding? It's not my thoughts
but me whose energy has been depleted

Often I thought it was him, rather us,
Who didn't have energy to go on
Who didn't have electricity to keep a relationship going
But There was no chemistry
there was no relationship
Only chats
Conversations
that hold a meaning
and a couple of memories
that all lead back
to a screen
to this screen

I'm certain


That whomever reads those conversations
would think
It's just another one of my poems...