Two's the magic number,
For it rings bells that cast a spell.
Where the casted can be expelled,
To a realm where you lose slumber.
Rumours say only a siesta can heal you,
Then tell me how it brings dark remnants,
Through the euphoria I had with you.
Trust me in this matter,
Neither of us wanted this,
For only in this we can find peace.
A truce it is not to be called,
When it certainly sounds like one.
If one can't even endure this atrocity,
Then is it possibly fair to have such hauntings,
Biologically harming me through neurology.

Mind’s clogged up.

And the paper thirsts
for verse and rhyme.

Nib’s asleep
and the ink’s blotchy...

I am bloated
with haphazard thoughts,
but I’m purging...

a few words at a time.

Why,
Why no,
Why no as an answer,
Devastating it was,
Pain only known to those who once beared them,
Eating up our feelings like termites on wood.
Burying the hatchet ain't that simple though,
Especially considering how special you were to me,
Girls are easy to find,
You however,
Takes an eternity to forget.

I just won't change,
I'm still trapped in my dark days,
Bet you aren't even proud to have me as a friend,
Apologies for everything,
Intolerable my behaviour it was,
Having dreams that'll never happen was one,
Crushing it into shards is another,
You,
Looked good as the day I met you,
This overwhelming feeling of getting you back,
Is just a distant chance gone begging,
Thanks for alerting me,
Of how much of a dump I was,
I would have gone further if I had not realized,
How miserable you were with me.