You left.
You left with a text.
I sat down puzzled, trying to wrap my mind around it.
Like a person with internal injuries, i was yet to feel the worst.
A day flew by then two and i thought I would be just fine without you.
I found myself busy all the time, not knowing that I was trying to fill your absence by covering the time space you left.
Getting myself so tired that i didn't have the energy to lie down in bed and think.
But it slowly caught up with me, bit by bit.
I felt alone amidst friends,
could feel the sadness even in times of joy,
had a hole i couldn't fill,
n raw mixed emotions that just gushed out at the thought of you.
Ever been told not to look to your side but you cant help it?
I tried not to think of you but each time my lost mind strayed it searched for you.
You couldn't just walk out as you walked it.
I asked myself: if i had been the one to tell you, 'you deserve better', would it have shielded me from these emotions?
Would it have hurt any less if i left you first?
You took away my contentment with solitude, and like an addict left me longing only for you...

No arms could comfort me, cause you took something with you.
I thought if we got back together you would fix the broken pieces,
but not even you could fill the void you left.
I thought "time heals all wounds" but this wound only grew with time.
I could no longer feel the passion behind your kisses,
I look at you and that burning sensation i felt is no longer there, just lust in its place.
If you had paid attention you would have noticed that the park in my eyes had gone.
All i was left with are eyes with an emotionless gaze, and an empty shell of a heart knowing only a hunger that must be fed...