Come Back My Hate Girl

I was in profundity concurrently staring at the chair adjacent to mine, the spot you had forsaken that’s bursting at the seams of melancholy. It’s been roughly a year since you hit the road yet it seems it was spanking new. I can barely deem you had walk out on me as it happens. I can scarcely process it in my mind that you made tracks without even saying goodbye.

“She left by now. She doesn’t want to let you know. She doesn’t want to see you cry.”

Bolt from the blue the second I heard my chum uttered those words, it took me days to process it in my mind. I can hardly accept it as true that you just give me your marching. You’re kind of callous lass, walking out on me without uttering a single word. From that jiffy, my world seems to halt from moving. The whole thing brings to a standstill, in consequence, I can’t hear as if I’m deaf, I can’t see as if I’m blind, I can’t feel no matter which as if I’m frozen, I can’t even focus to anything, from the time you deserted me, leaving behind zilch but a heart seen better days.

Merely thinking about you leaves my face doused with tears and as I move towards to hold you in my arms, you’re austerely getting farther and father. It must be after the event to relapse at this moment. You’re voice solely getting barely audible. I get the picture that you’re not on my doorstep by now. You’re seriously far-off from me devoid of verity that I don’t know where you at by now.

Albeit I shed tears day in, day out thanks to you, and after you had put me behind that even the clock stops ticking, at one point, I wanted to put your name down to your spot here in my heart until you come flooding back to me.

“Please come back my hate girl.”