"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
I am trying to explore my capabilities. This is my first time trying to write stuff like this hah!