Hey I know it's been a while..

Weeks since I cried those tears, and years since you had hurled those words to me.
—something about me being 'beneath' you, that I will be nothing more than a useless.. useless bump in the road.


It feels as if I've been chasing a ghost, a ghost that won't allow myself to take a deep breath of air for a change.
Please pick up you're phone....I want to talk to you... Please answer..

You never picked up. That day where the rain began to pour harder, as while the 'light fog' had began to suffocate me mercilessly.
I called again, I texted you once more.

Day after day it dawned in me that you hated me, though I already knew that obvious part..
It's Just that you... You wouldn't let me down that fast..

You told me that nobody would have the right to hurt me, so what gave you the benefit?
Because to be honest with you it weren't even the tip of this iceberg.

The lies, betrayal, the abuse... Heck even the very premise of my childhood..
Dismantled by every hope, every sweet dream.


Then even daring for me to pick up the shattered pieces that were of you're being, a tough stain on the wall.
I called you again, and again, and again, again.....

I cried over and over, you left me once more.
Two years...
You're number no longer has a proper message, 'this mobile is no longer an eligible device..'
Really??

Must really be that much of a ******* Coward to face me? Though you wanted me dead and buried when I were five???

I know you're still out there, somewhere.
I know... You still have that faded picture of the family in you're wallet..
I KNOW YOU STILL KNOW THAT I WANT TO TALK.

You want it all to 'blow over...'
Again.
I won't give up, as grief is a pretty strange thing..
But for a person who is still alive, it can be bittersweet or just plain up bitter....