When I'm broke, I'm just broke. Tears don't come easily anymore. And though I'm in pain, it doesn't show. I smile but it's lost in some memory. Even breathing feels like it's not happening on its own. Words fail me. Even when I talk, it feels as if it's not me. Anything I do, doesn't seem to distract me. Life goes on as the usual, I do the usual. But it all feels detached from me. In fact, I cease to feel
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And that hurts. And because I can't feel, I can't feel the pain of losing you. You going away from me should feel like my soul being ripped apart. But I don't feel it. You going away should seem like the world being expelled from my breath. But I can't see it. Losing you should feel like my words losing its insight. But it doesn't mean a thing to me. You moving away should feel like that pain which it's meant to give. But it just isn't there. I can't get over you though I already have. And though I haven't ceased missing you, I simply can't feel that too.
Losing you should feel like unbecoming me and I've turned blind to that too.
~nt









