Scribbled

my heart's sore,
it hurts knowing that we can't be the same as before.
the moment we stop being together,
the stormy weather
of my head that bothered the gardens of love we once had.

sometimes, i thought “i shouldn't have done that”
but everytime i did, i would cry
for breaking both our souls for keeping the “us” and “together”.
it's slowly killing me—us,
it's suffocating to stay if it only inflicted us pain and suffering.

for now, i wish you prosper,
for choosing what's proper,
for not holding on longer,
for breaking what's stronger,
and freeing from the torture.

i wish you happiness,
for choosing the darkness,
for caging the sadness,
for staying in the depths of nothingness,
and freedom from togetherness.

this shouldn't be the end, right?
but we—you chose to
so i bear the deep wound and the shattered heart,
and trying to mend what can be.
but the missing pieces will remain missing,
and that will remind me of you.