The Tragic End of a Cycle

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The Tragic End of a Cycle, Not Continuing Further From Being Strangers

We were stuck in a million futile chances

Caught up in perturbed silence as we were left isolated by our choice

We’re alone now as I’m counting the seconds until you break the quiescence

I was about to turn my back but you voiced out my name

Ignored yet you repeat the same thing

I look back, staggering closer until I was in eminence beside you

While voicing out the exact words you just verbalized

You keep breaking the saturninity asking “Did you cry?”

I force a smile asking back “Why would I?”

You keep repeating the question

But isn’t it barefaced with all these lies?

You just do the same, backbiting in our smiles

Leaving a little evident hint of the truth

As we wish the other knew

Say, is that all we have to render?

We drifted apart just like you aforementioned

Didn’t you even make a way to pull my hand back?

Or did you just watch me fade?

If I were to initiate won’t you ignore me just the same?

Yet, silence befalls upon us thinking we cleared out everything

When in fact, millions of questions stab me in the head

Leaving clueless blood prints in the black canvass we’ve created

When was the last time we laughed like this?

Not thinking about what others would hearsay

Bluffing like nothing betided

Just like what we were the same before the day we drifted away

It’s almost we kept being a strangers for a cycle in a lifetime

Not knowing anything yet trying to decipher what the other is thinking

Without the courage of even asking anything

So we just settled it with our hands touching

We come back to the times we’re this close breathing each other’s breath

Yet everything don’t last long that it felt just a single second

Just like the first time we faded away

Here we are again back to where we started

Strangers, worse than ever before

My patience filled up to the brim

I hid the tears from every single eyes even though I can’t breath

Hiding my face, this pumping chest was still evident

You knew I was crying yet you just passed by like it was nothing

Aren’t you cruel now that I need you, why aren’t you speaking?

Someone else intertwined their fingers with mine giving me warmth

Someone else said the words you were supposed to voice out

Useless noises filled up in my head

Still engraving a stare on you

No matter how concrete was the wall blocking us in each other’s view

I punch the wall, throwing punches at my own reflection

Self loathing, hating just to maintain my composure in front of you

I stood like a statue, a stone cold boulder

Watching everyone break my walls and walk away like the way I just did before

I feel numb like the way I always do even though everything fell at once

Hitting me from above with pressured force

I’m losing everything again as I can’t hear a sound

Anger lifted up as I rested and failed in everything I do

Waking me into something even more treacherous

With the feeling of my hand slipping down as I’m tired of climbing back to where I was supposed to

Are you stupid asking things that are already evident?

Yet to me everything still feels okay

Giving you my second chance,

You just stood there and looked away with the pain in my stare

“Still, it’s fine. I’m okay.”

Another last chance was held on to you

Yet you just let it slip away

Leaving me broken as I dance alone in the cold winter breeze

I came up running after your shadow

Yet I was too late the moment you left faster than the sunrise above the horizon

When I finally had the right words to ask you everything, to reach out without fear

Was the day you left temporarily, sealing every ounce of courage I’ve succumbed up to gather

Chill invaded my inner core

Yet I still fight for this belief

Telling this is my final say

I’ll wait till that day

Until I make my final resolve whether to let you go

We keep going in circles for we were not in sync

We let everything drift apart and slip away

With the imperfections of our perfect timing

This is the last chance I can afford to give

That would decide in the resolve that would break me or not.

Speak now, say something

Before I give up on every memory I’ve held on to

The last chance in every word that comes out wrong

Should be incepted by you this time

Before my exhausted hands holding on to the rigid edge of the cliff

…Gently and Completely slips away

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