i have no idea what to call this.

as i feel the warmth of my tears on my cheek

as i saw my tears,

dripping on the back of my hand,

fell on the pavement,

the moment u turn your back on me,

time stopped,

hell freezes, the zephyr stopped blowing,

the sunshine fades, flowers turned dull,

o how wish this is just a nightmare,

as i saw u walked away,

letting me go, letting us go,

they say mistakes makes you wiser,

i didn't get any wiser,

i turned into a loser,

who gave up on hope, faith and life.

as the life we live in is a lie,

call me pessimist,

but truth is i'm a realist,

deranged from anger, vendetta and hatred,

towards bad omen,

on why this thing is happening in my life.

they say, this is what god wants you to do,

to feel,to experience,

but who are they to say that?

who are they to judge?

they assume, they made speculation over everything,

but nothing is true,

they could only say things,

without really feeling it.

i tried to catch u,

to touch, to hold you in my dreams,

but all i could see is how you wished you could turn back time,

the moment we met,

the moment our eyes locked,

you would turned into different direction,

and just let it be.

p.s:this is just fictional.i call it words art.