I tried to **** you, many a times,
But it seems that you still have a part of my heart,
For I always thought, I am till you are, and if you're gone, I would too, no longer live.
I tried to remind myself, that I'm all by my own now,
But somehow, it likes to believe otherwise,
It likes to believe that you would still worry for me,
For how I deal with my pain, worry for how my racing mind doesn't run over me.
I tried to console myself, and asked myself to move on,
But it seems that the pain of staying is better than the pleasure of moving on.
I tried to relive, and did everything for that one moment of ecstacy,
But it seems that your drug is no more in this world.
I tried to believe that everything that happens for a reason,
But, you know, I've always been bad at comprehension.
Sometimes, gazing in the starry night, I try to believe that you would come back,
But you know, my fantasies have never been grounded in realities.
With love,
Yours truly.