I wanted a heartfelt clariry from you, for me to connect with your heart but I think you don't care. You're oblivious to it so I can't blame you. A part of me wanted a friendship to see you in every aspect. Whether you're around with scars, laughing innocently or you're in your lingerie; not that I saw it but I imagine it shamelessly. A misshapened reflection took a force across the street, to give off the very same stare you gave to me. A stare of strangers around a corner of the street. Perhaps, I should stop idealizing and fantasizing because everything doesn't seem real. I wish I never met you, so much that I buried my demons inside my skeleton. I shot cries out of my skeleton, and you could see only tears. You didn't care, right? Then why did you even need to act? You like a girl that's not me. She told you about me, I think. She doesn't have to be fond of me. You would rather be with her over me. It's enough to prove itself the whole time. All of these years, didn't you have an contempt for me? I never knew why did I even like you. A lot. In the first place.