Every single time I think
I think about you.
I think about what we used to talk until sunrise.

I think and count
how many times you said it was all true,
how many times you said you were not lying,
how many times you lied.

I know now that it was all a lie,
a single lie that broke me.
Sometimes I put myself in your shoes,
and the only thing I think of is how could you live with yourself.

It's here,
you never thought it would happen to you
same as I never thought it would happen to me.

You feel lonely, hopeless,
you don't actually know what to do.
And it's in this moments when you miss him the most
and you constantly wonder what he's doing.

It's your "harmless" way of torture
even when you know that a heartbreak sometimes hurt more than physical pain.