She is always my ghost, enshadowing my trail---
Wherever I go,
Whatever I do,
Whoever I am with---
She is but a name I can no longer speak.
In her brown eyes
I can't help but drown my self
For I have realized that
at the end of the day,
I'm nothing but an entity;
something illusory
for the ocean of her incoherent thoughts,
of the what-ifs,
the could've been,
the should've been
regarding us both.
Off you go; heard you're at your happiest state with her. I am happy and humbled to know that you guys are happy together. Long last, guys. Stay sane, and stay safe. I believe you're in good hands. She nurtures you better than I did.
P.S: Nevermind, you pathetic liar.
