I've seen you again. You got another girl by your side. Another girl to break. Another girl to be played on. And a flashback screen started to play, in an instance, I saw myself crying again from the memory of past. Though it hurts, it keeps playing in my mind, without any idea on how to stop or pause it just for a moment.
The way you broke my heart was brutal. The aftermath of the tragedy of our love story is what messed me up. The way I scream silently at night, hugging my pillows tightly, making an effort not to create any sound. The way you kept me contained like a dying butterfly inside a jar, you still continue to hurt me and I can't breathe. The way I dry all my tears before dawn to prevent people from seeing me stumble. The way I watch my world crumble before me. The way you love seeing me rip into pieces, unfolding everything within. The way you continue to hurt me until my heart became ragged. It wasn't poetic, it was brutal. It took me ages to mend.
Then everything freezes, I wiped away my tears and wear the smile I used to have, after the very heartbreak you've caused me. I've prepared myself in leaving the setting, but I've caught something in my eyes. What a genuine smile she had, I wish she wouldn't end up being shattered.