A ROOM FULL OF VOID

1) I am sitting here mourning the death of the expectations I had from someone, who was inconsiderate to discern even what love actually is.

2) The curse is that I get to leave like you are deceased and I am going to mourn you for that but I would bang my head until it bleeds a river, before I could even think of having a dialogue with you.

3)It's the last time, the very last time, when you terribly made me realize how wrong I was to assume that we had something unbreakable and forever like nonsense.

4) The closure is not the disrespect but the anti death condolences I have to give myself even after regularly dying in this relationship.

5) The nonsense I have endured being the part of something that incise trident near to my arteries and roll it like a Child play, to ascertain how much more could I genuinely take onto it, until I collapsed completely.

Leeza