thursday morning, and all i see is the debris of hope and the remains of a destiny. recognizing some of the half-fucked rubble, i reminisce about my broken faith and heart. the pain was excruciating and i could even feel my heart lacerate. but at the very least, i know im human. as i walk through the scattered fragments lying right beneath my eyes, i felt a sense of acquaintance and the realization of what had become. something caught my eyes as i scanned through the rubble, a photograph of a recent moment. the colors are faded however, and on the back-side of it were some smudged writing from a marker pen. i could hardly make out what is written. i squinted my eyes to focus and vaguely figured out the writings -
"like the colors your faded photos, our love is lost.
... (some scribbling)
and i'm never gonna say goodbye,
like how you never ever gonna tell me why,
why did u go"

people did not leave you, you left yourself a long time ago.