we never think about the impact one human can have on us as individuals.

the memories of you flash through my mind, like a projection. a live action film.

the smiles, the laughs, the loved exchanged.

everything was so simple.

now in the present, we both look into each other’s souls as if we are strangers.

as if all the promises, the touches, the euphoria;
were erased from reality.

my subconscious is evil to me, reminding me of the demons that plague my heart, you.

you once being the angel that was bestowed upon my existence by the universe, now resembling a soul ******* succubus, draining me dry of all i have left.

the thought that this movie that we call ‘love’ could suddenly come to end, tears the pages of everything i had written for this never ending script.

but i guess what i really have to ask myself is, did you ever really love me at all?

or was this meant to have an ending of tragedy?

the kind of tragedy that you never really have any answer as to why things happened the way they did, or what would’ve came after if there was a different turn of events.

now i look at myself in the mirror, seeing the reflection of a girl whom has drowned herself in the sea of love.

what is next?