it was a hell of a ride
we've been thru ups and downs
and needed some break
but I think we lost it

I told myself that I will support her on her journey, while I battle mine.
I even tell her that she can lean on me, if she will let me.
And let her know that I can be her Pandora's box if, she will open her heart for me.
I was helping her to be a better version of herself –
in the occurrence that she's unwell; until someone intruded.

After a long time,
I found the courage to write again
but it was the same as before
I am still hurting,
just in a different way

my sheets know your secrets
my pillows, your thoughts
my blanket misses your warmth
and i,
i miss your touch