“Dear Reader”

I meant to delete the message that you accidentally dropped into my inbox
But I deleted myself in your life instead. It cuts deeper to think you no longer my one
I can’t even shake the feeling of you walking pass me one day without even a simple hello

You loved me, I selfishly loved you more
Never for once did I think about this day, sadness and pain it would bring
Suffering and regrets when the beautiful colours that once were, turn dull and uninspiring

You were so beautiful, but being with me made you gorgeous
You laughed so well, but laughing with me was indescribable
You could talk, everyone listens, praising every word you say
But talking to me made you philosophical
But I deleted myself in your life while trying to delete the message you accidentally sent into my inbox

Others say words can build, others say words can destroy
But I know now that they can cut you deep inside
Erase every beautiful thing you work so hard building
Molding into a piece of art you ever dreamt of

You said goodbye, I fell apart. Everything I knew went missing in my mind
I tried to remember what made you happy
Hoping to find words that could make you remember what you meant to me
I tried to think about the things you loved doing
Hoping that could make you realize that you need me by your side
But my mind went blank, it became too small to single out one moment to hold on to

I thought about you and I, I found closure,
Then I thought about me without you, I fell apart
Because every little thing about me meant nothing without you by my side
How could you just leave like that?
Why was it so easy for you to say goodbye, to just move on like that?

You said we were gonna conquer the world together, side by side
Where did all that go, how did you just forget about all that

I count the number of times you said you love me, but I got tired along the way because the number seems to be huge
I count the times you’d call because you miss me, but I couldn’t go any further because I lost the count
I count the times you said you need me, I couldn’t get that number right either
But how do you just say goodbye when I meant so much to you?
How does it become so easy to just move on?

Was it real, or it was just one of them songs everybody sings lyric by lyric
Did it come from your heart, or it was your lips perfecting the act
Was it real or it was just one of them games we play with each other’s feelings
Was it really goodbye or it was just bye until we meet again?

Do I say goodbye, or I hang on hoping things might work out for the better one day, soon
Because you loved me so bad to tell me it was over
Until you come back, each day will remain lonely

Sincerely
“the writer”

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