History may repeat itself
But so do my words:
"I'm fine."
A lie I've perfected over time.
The truth?
I've been lost for a while.

I conceal the brightest parts of myself, as if they’ve lost their worth

My longing for you is beyond words;
tears say what I can't.

Loneliness deepens, days blend.
Phone in hand, heart sinks.
Memories taunt, 'what if' whispers.
Self-worth unravels, sparkle lost, emptiness remains.

Each year the weight accumulates, sadness cuts deeper, life feels more crushing, tears never cease.

I'm drained.
Exhaustion seeps beyond my bones, into my soul.
The sparkle in my eyes has faded, and I'm left questioning the essence of my existence.

When conversations ceased, days grew darker, and the fire within me faded.
The sparkle in my eyes dimmed, and my passion for life dwindled.
I'm now a shadow of my former self.

Your dependencies altered you, loving you felt confining, no way out.
Hollow with you, hollow without you.

Since we've lost touch, a question haunts me: did our distance bring you happiness?
Your decision to unblock me wasn't unnoticed, but what's left to say when every word's been spoken?

I'm haunted by the memories of him, and the thought in my mind of what could've been. Distance doesn't diminish the echo of his words, 'maybe in another life.'