I no longer understand what love is. It seems like finding people to replace you, desperately trying to fill the empty void in my heart.

Just like you mistaken
loneliness for love,
so I'm fine
thank you for asking

I used to think I can only write depressing poetry
But you,
You made my poetry beautiful

You were everything I wanted
But then I realised,
I've got nothing to offers to you

Because nobody will choose a daisy,
In a field of roses.

Everytime you take a drag.
My lungs turn black.

Have you forgotten,
whose air am I breathing in.

But you stood there and watch me destroy myself.

It have been months now, and our chat have already dropped to the bottom of the chat list. The last message I've sent you, still unread. And I've been wondering for quite some time, how are you doing? Is everything alright? Any person that you fancy right now? Does she makes you smile like I used to? Does she give you enough assurance that she love you? And sometimes I asked myself if you still think of me because I still do, once in a while. And I know I shouldn't be doing this but I'd still check on your social media to see how are you doing. I wished that you're over me but I wished that you have not moved on too..

Surrounded by people
But at the same time,
Alone