Can't catch me.

I'm ~~haunted~~ by the past.
For, Once again, it comes back and grabs my broken heart.

I was so naive to think you might fall for me again.
But then my head is filled with memories of you.
The fake laughter.
The fake love.
The bootlicking.
You're just a really good chase.

And when I start to think about it.
I slowly recognise the signals, the blind signs,
that my eyes cannot see and yet my instincts could feel.

This is for real?
Did it all actually happen?
Wait, what's going on?
Where are you?
Where did you go?
How come you disappeared for so long?
Why aren't you here with me anymore?
Is something wrong?
What is going on? .....

But it was too late.
I was too late.
You were gone.

Tears could only fall.
Splashing themselves at the floor.
I wouldn't take a bite.
I couldn't sleep a wink.
My heart hurt.
And my eyes, sore.
And I can be as stubborn as I want,
but you're gone, you never came back.

Until many years later.
A glimpse of you.
Reopening of the wound.
So much for time that nursed my broken heart,
So much for time that healed my broken heart.
Just the sight of you and I froze.

There you were holding her hand.
Laughing when she squealed and playfully snag your heart...

I was there.
Watching & staring in the corner.
Then my friend spotted me and everyone stared...
Your eyes turned,
her eyes turned.
I was angry with my friend but I carried on with what he wanted.

That was the last time, our eyes met.
Yet, you are still as clear as a book I have read.