Over and over again.

There are thoughts of him.

But he left me.

He left me in rain, pattering around me.

I still remember the smile on his face.

Looking at me as if he was laughing at my stupidity.

I believed that he loved me, boy I was wrong.

There was never love from his side of our relationship.

It was one sided.

Over and over again.

I stay in bed till the afternoon.

Trying to remember if there was a moment where he loved.

But from the cloudy memory, there is nothing.

There is only fog making me realise that there was in fact no love.

He left me wondering why.

Why he had to do what he did.

Why did he hurt me and make me believe,

That there once was love.

Over and over again, I cry.

Over and over again, I die.

Knowing that if we never met,

Then I wouldn’t be so heartbroken.