First of all, I’ve been hurt a couple of times,
But never this intense.
I don’t feel used; I feel wasted.
I’m hurting, but with time, I hope to heal.
All I feel is a void, irreplaceable—
You were my diva.

Funny enough, I don’t feel small;
Instead, I feel handsome,
Like I could move on any second,
But I’m too wasted to engage in any relationship with anyone’s child.

All these plans I had are like empty promises now…
Too disappointed to look at anyone…
Not broken, but ruined,
Incapable of hatred, yet full of resentment.

It’s like I always knew it would end like this—
With my heart stabbed,
Heavily bleeding,
Heavily bleeding,
Every beat faster than the last.



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