It was a decade ago
That I wept with my head
Silently on the pillow
In the empty room
On the darkest night.
Today, everything is the same.
My tears. My agony. My secrets.
Only people have changed.
Reasons have changed.
Do I attract a pattern?
Does the same story repeat itself?
I don't ask you for anything.
Yet now, I am tired.
I am tired of waiting.
I am tired of my patience.
My understanding. My triggers and trauma.
I want to move on to better things.
I don't want to wait to be happy anymore.
I want to witness sunsets and embrace darkness.
I want to write about everything I believe in.
And this time I choose myself over you.
~ Suranya