Without a trace
Like a sudden gastric attack, like a sudden judgement from you of all people.
Like a sudden savage attack from you, when I treated you as a good friend.
Like a sudden realisation the promises you gave, the apologies, the msgs were all bullshit.
Like a disappointment, people around you always hurt you the most. No wonder you turn to your demons, the very ones who disapprove, are actually the cause of it.
Like how we don’t talk, don’t go out, pretend we don’t exist to one another anymore.
Like a sudden dawning it’s not cement strong, but glass fragile, superficially pretty but empty, ugly, vicious.
Like a joy your darl msgs you, like a sudden feeling you have no energy to reply.
Like a brief flirt with an aquaintance, like the hurt when you see him with another girl.
Like a cigarette to calm your soul, like you realise you haven’t inhaled properly.
Like how it was just you and me, in the rain, in another world, after all these months, feeling secure and happy.
Like how yesterday was carefree footloose and fancy free, today wrecked with misery.
Like how nauseous you are but no red bull, because it is not vegetarian by a comment here.
Like how things twist and turn and you huddle in pain, for now, hoping it to unfold to better times.
