And…

At times I wonder if I have really moved on.

And most of the times, in spite of my will not to care at all, I still give a freaking care.

Because I CARE.

And I can’t explain it.

You made me feel stupid and tired and sad.

And you don’t even know it.

Or perhaps you do,

But you don’t care enough to tell me.

Wait, is it the other way around?

I don’t care enough to tell you how you’ve broke me over and over again. I was ledt to pick up the pieces and just when I thought I finally had it together, you shatter me once more. And the vicious and painful cycle repeats. And I can’t escape it no matter how hard I try.

It’s like Hide and Seek.

I hide and you seek.

And ALWAYS, you were the ‘it.’

But you do not play fair.

And I always, always fall on your friggin trap.

And I hate myself because I can’t seem to resist your theatrics.

Abuse me,

I will not fight back.

I surrender against my emotions.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

I don’t want to do this anymore.

Let go.

Let me go.