This grey oblivion I see below me,
Is it not meant to be blue?
It’s movements exerting hostility,
I won’t be able to make it through.
I imagine you beside me here,
Making sense, you’ve always been the rational one.
You make my head almost seem clear,
Goodbye to the rain and hello to the sun.
I turn to my right. You’re not there.
I know why though, it is all my fault.
A figment of my imagination, nothing but air;
Carrying the bitter flavour of salt.
I’m back. I snap out of my episode of delirious
Day dreams. You would never see me again,
There is no longer an us,
There will only ever be a “do you remember when?”
I made myself hate you.
Although I really loved you.
I was just terrified of you hating me.
You started to hate me.
You no longer loved me.
I question if you ever really did.