Not a ghost
Nor a broken heart

It just..

The look in your eyes
Everytime I tried to talk.
That curious expression,
Each movement of your brows,
and the changing smile of yours

I am dying a little bit inside
Wondering about the thoughts inside your head
Will you understand about it
Will you.. will you...

I hate the sudden change in your eyes
The slow movement in each of your blinks
That sudden movement of your chin
And each deep breathe you take in front of me

Making me hate myself
and I already am
hating myself without knowing
blaming me for the mistake I don’t even made

.
.
.

That 30 seconds expression of yours
breaking me apart

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