Look at the stars, they reflect the gleam in your shinning eyes.

She looked at a distance before she sighed, thinking about all the good and bad that we had once both shared.
There's no one quite like you; fun, loud, ambitious, aggressive and toxic.

You hated quietness surrounding you, preferred to be occupied with loud and fun people, the kind that is filled with energy that buzzed your brain cells almost to death.
You hated slow people; those who take time to absorb whatever that is happening into their brains. You loved the speed, the thrill of those events and mostly, you loved those adrenaline rush in your blood stream, those kind that leave you wanting for more.
And you hated those reserved people. You never liked probing but you use your aggressive method to inevitably force people out of their shells. You said sharing was caring, at least, it was caring to you.

I wasn't quite like you.
I was all the things you hated; quiet, slow and introverted.
Yet I was that little difference you've never quite seen, or I might as well say, I'm a lab rodent to you.
I was what you were experimenting on, and after all the fun you had, you'd throw me alone and away, just like what you'd done to the others.

You'll never see this little piece of collection here and if you do, you probably wouldn't know it's you.

You're a surge of toxic, like how diabetic patients needed a syringe of insulin after every meal.
You kept injecting power over my life, day after day. Making me feel weak and inferior whenever I'm with you.
One moment you made me felt like I'm important to you and next, you were having fun out there with people whom I barely know.
Everyone you met and became close to, was a splitting image of you except they didn't know. And I was the failed rodent, who never once got any of your toxic into my character yet I was intoxicated.

This poison never fades; it keeps circulating in my blood, attacking my brain.
Every step of moving on was a pull away from you and a push towards another.
And each pull towards someone reminds me of how much I am respected by others and the right way of me being treated.


But I will and am missing you right now.
Not for your toxic and negativity but for the smiles and bubble my heart always felt whenever I was with you.
The daily memories made even when there were fights all along.

My dearest friend, I hope you'll meet someone who'll be ale to help you more than I can, I hope she turns your toxic into safety.

The humidity hangs thick in the air; unwavering and obvious
I look up to the sky, seeing how those once fluffy clouds now suffer with the heaviness of invisible water vapor clinging onto them.

The sky threatens to pour with every passing second and I rearranged the items in my bag, making my umbrella the most handy for the moment.
Every passer-by walks past with gentle fear in their eyes; I guessed they've forgotten to bring something to block them from the rain.
I'd gladly lend a helping hand to any of them if they asked me for help.

The threat from the sky holds still for 5 minutes and throughout that duration, my eyes never left that piece of comfort where clouds float and Sun shines.

I could imagine how much pain those clouds are suffering from; the intense pressure of needing more vapors to gather and cling onto them before they can release those molecules all at one go; how much fun those vapors were having for clinging onto the clouds with their mass wouldn't do them any harm; most of all, I think how the sky looks at the clouds and give them a warm smile, a hint that tough time like this, will pass.

Gradually, the grey in those cotton ***** faded away slowly and with ease.
The threat seeped away easily.
I then think of us; how close we were to one another.
As if you were the cloud and I was the vapor, me clinging onto you and those pain that gripped your heart.
I wonder if you ever wanted to express how much pain you were suffering while I was having tons of fun with you.
And I thought of the times you didn't give up on me, like how those clouds occasionally do, when they allow rain drops to fall onto the ground.
Tiny vapor molecules changing to water droplets before they hit the ground.
Maybe you didn't want me to hit the ground, as much as you wanted me to grow.

But you gave up at the end, and I can't blame you.