We were created from nothing,
but we turned into something
that we could not describe
since we thought it’d never die.
Happiness used to fill our hearts,
our lives, and our souls.
Never did we think we would part,
until we both fell into separate holes.
Was it karma,
or bad luck
that made me want to go into a coma
and remain there where I would be forever stuck.
Why do I continue to torture myself
when I see you all by yourself,
thinking that I should be there next to you,
when all it does is make me feel blue?
I want to stop thinking
to stop feeling,
to feel nothing,
and to keep on moving.
Is it right of me to think this way?
We both were skewered by cupid’s arrow.
I feel that I alone have to pay
the consequences of not being able to let go.
It’s still unclear why you ended it.
You never could admit it.
Is that why we fell apart?
I don’t know much;
it’s different now since you touched
the wrong button leading to my broken heart.