Baffled, I stand here.
I stare at the shadow of a person leaving.
The shadow disappears too.
All that is left is me.
Me with my emotions.
Anger, sadness, disappointment and most of all love.
Yes, I still love you even if you left.
Left me high and dry.
I still love you.
What even is love?
When one chooses the word love, the mind goes to a romantic point of view.
But not always.
My friend, oh my dearest.
I gave you my all.
And what did you do?
Walked all over me.
Why?
Because I wasn't enough.
I know I'm not whole.
I know I cannot make you laugh like other people do.
But I still loved you more than those people will.
Because yes, I'm not whole.
But I can still consider you my best best friend.
But yes, you left.
Why am I like this? I ask myself.
Why can't I keep people in my life?
What do they see that drives them away?
Why am I scared of myself everyday?
I try and I try but it's a battle lost.
Because you my friend, are not the only one who left.
I stand here alone and I fight with myself.
I won't feel anymore that's what I pretend.
Because crying for you is not worth anything.
So I stand here alone and let the emotions die.
I died a little when you left but so many do.
I'm alone and now I accept it. I do.