i tell myself i'm fine,
but i always thought of what we could be.
it is not the first time.

i have started
drawing the line
with a pen that has
an eraser on top.

i hate you more and more.
but you're still the reason
why i lie awake on the rooftop.

if i could tell you
how much i don't care,
ill be in so much peace.

even though
you have faded away,
i feel like i'm just a chess piece.