Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
Its the middle of the day,
On an average Monday,
It's been two days since you told me you'd never feel the same way again,
Four months since I've told you to go away,
Two months since I asked you to come back and stay,
Eleven months since I fell for you
and prayed that you would felt the same way too
Its the middle of the day,
On an average Monday,
I'm walking in the mall two steps behind everyone,
With my head bowed down, and my arms tucked in the pouch of my jacket,
Clenching my fists, holding back the tears,
Swallowing my regrets, smiling my pain away
As I'm saving it for later
So no one will ask
Whether I was okay; I was obviously not.
Today wasn't an ordinary Monday,
Today marks the day I give up trying to find happiness because I know it wont be here to stay.
