It’s 5:32 am of the next day. I haven’t slept yet, so the morning is not for me.
Outside my window I see freedom everywhere, inside I’m trapped in me.
My tears that I’d once believed had dried, quelled up once again–
As looking through my old texts, I see bits of the person I used to be…
Naively falling, placing wagers on the wrong people, whom to trust and stuff…
Was I so gullible that I mistook my infatuation for immortal love?
I don’t know how I believed there was something redeemable in him,
But whatever the impression was, I’m still paying heavily for it.
I can say I liked a hundred million things about him, I know, I do,
I will also tell, he doesn’t and never will like a single thing about me.
Well it narrows it down, it was my mistake, I was naive and stuff,
But it won’t be true, since I myself would think it as a bluff.
I know my reasons, that they are sincere enough to make him see a fool.
Never will he see me as I want him to, and never will I give up on him.
So, when will it be when I would realize I actually need help?
When will the time come, I will be free from my unrequited love…
To see the world as his eyes do, to gain the equivalent amount of coldness,
For me to slander a friend, like he does to me and my emotions, Oh tell me!
He is a human, pretty and ugly. I wasn’t yet a human, but soon, I will be.
No fire, no storm, no longer human, I’d be. Like him. I pray, oh, tell me!
