I saw him being happy
with someone else,
and I thought I can’t
stare more,
but then I decided
to wait—
I waited for his eyes
to shine brighter
than the sun,
finally when it did,
I realized
that it’s okay.
It’s alright.
Even if I am no longer
the reason behind.
i hope you’re happy
while im overthinking in my bed
at 3am during the midnight
wondering what i did wrong
which part was i not good enough
how would i be able to get you back
without losing myself
once again
“what’s your drug of choice?” she asked.
“hope,” he said. “the most addicting one of all.”
And all
I ever left
to do
was
to stare,
at how
the spaces
between us
move wider
and change.
