i guess,
this is the end,
might not be the end,
but at least deep down,
we knew,
we outgrown each other,
just like the **** outgrown its plant,
and how parasite outgrown its host,
both are harmful,
but us; outgrowing each other?
i think it’s for the best,
for your sanity and mine,
we both did our best,
but letting go was easier than holding on,
at last, i will abide your final goodbye.

we’re bound to fall,
not to fall apart,
because if we fall apart,
it wouldn’t really hurt like this,
we are to bound to fall,
fall out of this relation,
that hurt us the most, even though
we knew that it was going to fall out someday,
still,
we are so eager to go against fate,
knowing it would still hurt,
aren’t we stubborn creatures?
now, we keep on plastering our unhealed wounds,
even though each day, new unhealed wounds were made.

i was feeling empty,
not like an empty can,
but something,
more emptier than a can,
like a void,
or an endless tunnel,
where there’s no hope of returning back,
or more like a black hole,
where there’s no end,
and no guarantee of surviving,
i am empty.

parallel line?
no, we were always the perpendicular line,
two line that intercepts each other,
a paradoxical line that makes no sense of both,
but yet still together in all idleness,
just like us;
we intercept with each other’s life,
existing along the interception,
but; at the wrong time,
and at the wrong axis where you and i,
now absolutely detest each other,
but still we’ll be together,
living against the interception,
because we will always be;
a perpendicular line.