I tried so hard to be yours. Every breath I took, I exhaled your name as if it were a prayer. You were my everything. The very fuel of my heartbeat, only I was so consumed in you that I failed to realise that you did not feel the same. The thought of me didn't keep you up at night as if the very memory was a curse, haunting you eternally. I didn't realise that I was simple a figment of your periphery. A fleeting somebody. So, whilst I decayed, drowning in the wretched throes of infatuation and obsessive pining, you bloomed...without me, completely unaware of how your smile was my nourishment and your laugh the catalyst of my heartbeat. And I find myself once again in the darkness of regret and rejection, staring at my reflection as I realise that I had allowed you to become my meaning and now I have to learn how to live without you...















