No Longer

I've been waiting for so long, for something to arrive. I’m still hoping that you will remember me, but maybe I look like a wretch for this is the last time that you asked me, "How are you?"

I think that I should stop. I must say to myself "enough". I won’t hope and wait for your messages, and will just stare to that green thing indication that you’re “online”. I won’t go and visit your profile because it's funny and it’s like I’m allowing myself to be fooled. I just want my wounded heart to be healed, and just stop hurting myself using you. I won’t watch any romantic movies, I'll just remember you and ask, “Where’s the second chance?" I won’t sing the favorite song of yours, and probably all the song that will remind me of you. I won’t write you a poem. I won’t do all of these anymore. This is the last, the last time.

I have to know that we are up to here only and this stupid love doesn’t exist.

Promise, I won’t cry because I have to live the reality and that days, months and years will come, I won’t cry because of you once again.

Asking me things like, “How are you? Does it still aches?” won’t have to come from you. It has to be from people I love who also loves me back. Not you. Not you who just tore me apart.

Though, I’ll thank you if you still asked me. My answer would be, “No longer.”