i left her in hope to become a better person. because she was toxic and her hobby was to strangle me, and she whispered me a string of disastrous talks. she kept me in my bedroom, tied me with rusty metals that i could smell my bleeding wrists, she screams to me every night on how much she loves stabbing me in the chest.
i left her to become a better person, i said i left, but really i ran away. i threw away our memories that seems to be nothing but full of tears, i start anew and tried to ****** happiness by giving him smiles and laughs. i spend my weekend and evenings with happiness, so i could forget my ex lover named sadness.
even so, every ceiling i looked up to remind me so much of the endless hugs sadness gave me every floors i stepped on remind me of the time sadness dragged me away everytime i walk, every place i was at reminds me of the way she held my hand tight, so tight that i was full of bruises. while im chasing on happiness, which was still far away from me, i miss sadness, who was always there for me.
i miss my ex lover, and her name is sadness. but i think she will come back to me again soon, iām sure.
am i going back to my routine with sadness again? i think i heard her whispering in my ears to come back.