"It's not you, It's me."
such clichéd lines to be told.

I can still remember the look on your face
when you sighed and let loose all your demons
The curve of your lips slowly taking the form of a
crescent moon turned upside down.
The glitter I used to see in your eyes were no longer there
instead, I saw a pool of clear water finding its escape
through your eyes I used to call *mine
But then, in the middle of your unending gaze
I lifted my hands to meet your once warm cheeks
only to collide with your now moist cheeks probably wet from crying


It was when I was cupping your face in my hands
I finally felt how cold you were under my touch
how you try to loosen our tight clasped hands
how you try to look away whenever I try to see your soul through your eyes

how it took you a long time to respond to my i love yous

as clichéd as this may be
it was you, not me
who turned our little something to mere nothing
*and I hate you for that