But not quite.

Lost in my tears And the blade gets closer. The cold tip of it, reminds me of your fingers. You both are the same. Both hurt me Both make me bleed. Both an addiction. Both an illusion.

Just like my anger, A result of my pain.

Maybe not a tragedy at all?

Just a peaceful death.

But for me, my world burnt.

I was the fire.

There was a distance between us,

While you lived,

The one I couldn't cover.

But now maybe there's no distance at all.

Maybe you look at me each moment I live,

Walk with me when I need.

Now all I have are memories to hold.

Memories to cry and laugh over.

Wait, I also have the sky to shout at.

The sky to shower rains.

Pain washing away bit by bit each time.

It's not the end.

I see you in my dreams.

I'll feel your wrinkled fingers again when I've risen too.

Sun was shining hot and burning me inside.

He was melting thinking of her.

But we kept talking.

No deep words. No old wounds. Just a few laughs and few fist bumps.

No show of affection or grand laughs. Just our own heads and thoughts.

Then someone took a photograph.

I took a look.

Grainy, the quality was bad.

But I saw myself as I stared at him and he looked afar.

And that explained it all

Then why, why, why? Do you hurt so much?

Grief had worn me down. I uttered some sour words. You’d forgive, as always, I thought. Because friendships are easy.

Maybe you were done. You had enough. You won’t tell me but I suppose This time you gave up.

I’m hurt, angry more. Tired of friendships. Tired of you.

This shouldn’t have hurt But it does so much.

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