"it happens,
people leave,"
the words bounce off
so effortlessly from your lips,

i wanted to ask you:
have you ever had people leave
you?

but your eyes seemed distant
and i felt closer to you
as our arm touch,

i hesitated to assume
something,

i wanted to ask you if
you ever left someone,
or if someone left you,
but i didn't,

because i knew if i used
up the little time together
that we had,

i will spend sleepless nights trying
to forget the hammering in my chest
and the feeling of wanting to be near
you,

so i didn't,

i stood up from the coffee table

before everything escalated,
i looked you in the eyes,

you felt so cold,
you acted like you never left me,
and all this pretentiousness like
nothing ever happened between us,
killed me every second,

it spared me no thoughts, no silence, no time

you told me we could be friends,

but never took my opinion,
my agreement,

i looked you in the the eyes one
last time,

no one had ever walked out
on you before

never left you feeling empty
and cold and unproductive,

and then and there

i leave you,

i rush outside where it's cold,

where it's a thousand times warmer
than you,

though we already left each other
a long time ago,
our romantic endeavors left behind,

first by you,

i yearned our time together,

now i want you to yearn,
how i left without your opinion,
on not wanting to be friends anymore,
both our thoughts and our pasts

spoke for themselves.

// my life will still go on without you, the stars will continue to glimmer like fairy dusts we sprinkled on ourselves. the earth will still continue to revolve around the sun, my life goes on; without or without you. and i'm okay with that.