Curtains down, now bow
It’s time to leave, the bus is leaving
love flew away easily as a morning dew in the east from your mouth
you packed your luggage weeks before the final verdict was in
kissed me goodbye, and said that you still taste the love,
but you had to go,
you insisted on leaving cause you can’t bear it anymore
on how I kept spreading like cancer cells, I strangled you —
— and you can’t breathe
darling, you went away cause you can’t breathe
thus, you ran to the burrow, buried deep in the mountain
cause being alone is your cure for whatever brokenness you’ve had inside
— that puts people away; the curse that you insistently demand for a cure
and I stood there, in the middle of a comedic sketch show, being the biggest joke of the year
cause you’re now roaming around, searching for your life partner
dive deep in that dating pool with fingers all pointed at you, as you seem eager to make excuses for your weekends for them now
another relationship you’d easily jumped into, after two breakups that didn’t break your heart enough
and you’d be the remaining victim of all — in your head
darling, you’ve been in a lucid dream all along
and you’re the main protagonist, whom everyone will cheer along
and cries in every heartbreak you caused,
you’re the main hero! It’s not in the script that you could be wrong!
and there won’t be a scene that you’ve ever thought the slightest about me,
how pains frame me, cause nowhere seems to be home anymore, not even my childhood house
how that I rarely felt anything except numb,
as I believe romance is a movie deal I can’t get in this lifetime,
so I starred in a comedy sitcom of recurring first dates, cause I can’t even open myself again to whom else
cure that hollowness with talking to a bunch of strangers over cocktails, they paid for a date; My limit,
cause how can I start thinking I’m ready to be in a relationship again?
— yet aiming for a life partner?
but the bus is leaving,
and I had the ticket that I bought a month ago — almost expired
I won’t leave any letters this time,
Though I wish you had run to the therapist whom I’ve visited three times already after you left,
than jumping to another pool as I am
But wishing you good luck
as a fellow single, in that dating pool,
hope you find the life partner that you won’t run away from, this time
