Prose

We used to be so close, but lately we have drifted apart.
We both know it's happening, but neither of us is doing anything about it.

We just watch and wait for the day when we are strangers again.
I guess I would be a fool to say there is no hope.
But who am I to say I'm strong enough to cope.

It is depressing to realize how scared I must have been to start a whole new story with other strangers.

I may not have been so wise to let you go ahead with what we had planned, but it was my mistake to put so much hope in you, and you took me for granted.

So now I have to put the words on paper, try to be someone bigger and stop killing myself for something I called LOVE.

Right now,
I respect your needs,
I respect your wishes.

Even though it hurts me, I will fight for my life,
Take beatings and punishments just for my life,
Which is now stranded in this place, abandoned and lonely.
No one would hear my cries as I drowned deep in the desolation, consumed by fear.

I move on with hesitation, for every step I take, I earn more pain.
Like one buried alive.

And it tells a tale of a lost soul on this endless road
A tale of what was born to be lonely as my own imagination is now slowly dying.