"It wasn't simple. Letting you go, I mean. You'll never know how much you ruined me in the process."

Day by day I wake up gasping for air, my lungs weren't that strong enough to contain how badly I wanted to breathe, I became desperate for air.

My nights weren't the same as before, I was terrified of sleeping, of dreaming, of seeing your face along the way, of wanting to hold your hand amid this all.

By morning, I face the mirror with bloodshot eyes, with plump lips from pinning them down with my teeth to keep myself from shouting your name at night, asking you how many times why we let this happen.

I never listen to music, to every sad song, to every stupid love song. I never let them echo thorough my walls of silence. You etched your way through every song I used to listen to, a memory I have longed to forget yet still I remember, so clear, so you.

Now I started writing sad things, everyone questioned how badly I was hurt, you were evident in every work I had. Your name seemed to be between my lines. Blotches of tears stained every paper I used, every crumpled paper thrown away and I guess I'll never be the same.

Sometimes love makes you feel like your the most beautiful thing, and the next time, love doesn't know you anymore.