This pain you've left behind with your absence has become stagnant & vestigial. What do i do of it, you may ask? I'll bottle it up like i had bottled all those fireflies in the glass jar to light up the dark room while the sheets rumpled. I'll collect pain in jars and they will darken up the blinding brightness. Paradoxes, eh?
Love is spurious, overrated & misinterpreted. Hatred isn't. So I fell in hate with him, mixed poison in his morning tea & cried by his bedside at night.
I took her to my favourite bookstore on our first date. Eyes gleaming, hopes soaring, my heart fluttered, and it all came crashing down when she chose Fifty Shades over Marquez.