I don’t know what kind of drug you are.

But you made me senseless.

You always occupy my mind—in every corners of my brain, destroying every neuron in my brain. I’m numb.

My eyes. It should see the truth—the reality of my life that you are not coming back to my life.

I see you walking down the streets inviting me to follow your ways.

Your devil stare wants me to caress you.  

I see you standing at the corner of the street, with your elegant cold weather suit and knee-length boots. God, you’re so beautiful.

Your red lips want me to kiss you; following a particular old beat that your lips want.

Your fragrance. It’s . I must resist. You’re not mine anymore.

I want to escape.

No I mustn’t.

I want to let go of you.

But I still love you.