And another day went by,
Another day of ignorance,
Another day of unacceptance ,
Another day of pretending ,
Another day of not asking,
Not asking each other about how was your day.
Another day of keeping things to myself that I terribly wish to say.
Another day of not texting each other like we used to do all day long.
Another day of thinking to myself, what really went wrong.
Another day of wondering, did it really have to be this way.
Another day of thinking what brought us miles away.
Miles away from what I pictured us to be.
Miles away that I jokingly said , but so it turned out to be.
Another day of saying that I am fine, and I am good.
Another day of silence and the picture of what we would ,
Of what we would have been,
Of what we would have seen,
Seen together the parts that we didn't show.
Seen together what we hide, and others didn't know.
Another day of comforting myself that maybe if a little, you guilt.
Another day of anger where you ruined the us, we built.
Another day of wanting to go back to what we were before.
Another day of wanting nothing less and nothing more.
Another day of absence, of your voice and of your face.
Another day of no contact, no talks, and no chase.
Another day of why you have to be what I never thought you were like
Another day of regret how you were no different, just another one in disguise.
Another day of bothering myself with thoughts I can’t resist.
Another day of memories we made in my mind still persists.
Another day of agreeing that it made you happier in some ways.
Another day of pushing away what my heart really craves.
Another day of reminiscing about the thoughts of me and you.
Another day of trying to be ok with whatever things you choose to do.
Another day of being upset for falling when I should have flown far.
Another day of covering the similar , but yet another scar.
Another day of realizing what is true and what is false.
Another day of emptiness with no texts and no calls.
Another day of not expressing even a drop of the ocean.
Another day of sighing and regretting my devotion.
Another day of thinking if any of it was real or as genuine as it seemed.
Another day out of my delusions and away from the instances I had dreamed.
Another day of differences despite, we were similar souls.
Another day of distance despite we completed each other as wholes.
Another day of resisting myself to open the texts so blunt.
Another day of cowardly behavior, you fail to even confront.
Another day of struggling with avoiding you and trying my best to unsee.
Another day of failing to escape the thoughts that crawl in my head endlessly.
Another day of holding myself together even if it hit me hard.
Another day of knowing how these things make me for life scarred.
Another day of owning up to how I let myself to this state.
Another day of knowing that now it’s just too late
But also knowing that it’s never too late, they say.
The one who wishes to, makes their way to you, some, or the other day.
Another day of reminding that ending things makes no sense.
Because we didn't have a thing to begin with , only a pretense.
You said that you liked me for me,
For whosoever I was.
Another day went by ,
And you refrain from seeing what you lost.
Maybe a day comes,
Where so miserable I won't feel.
Because it’s tough when you are wounded, by the one who promised you to heal.