Your initials popped up
on the corner of my screen
there wasn't any expectation
it was from you

upon opening after realising,
it was like the first time
we exchanged, words
a brief of melancholia

we have to clear things up
hastily packing, the scene so familiar
it'll be the last time -
i was greeted with doors
slammed into my face

I only want this, this and this
things that i no longer remember,
serve me no purpose,
please throw them away

what about your camera?
full of your faces
burn them into composites,
I was burning your face mentally

I hope down the road,
we can be neutral
my friends called you, *****
but I felt like a ***** every time

When night comes,
I lay my body
on every single bed I could find
I bare my heart
to every soul I chance upon

never filling it,
you left me empty,
incredibly, empty.