laughter, joy, and all the things that made us smile,

who knew it would only last a short while.

in the dark, we held hands and between us was trust,

yet when the light shone on you, that faith turned to dust.

i wanted to blindly believe that it was just all in my head,

but why did you have to continue feeding me reasons confirming I wasn’t being misled?

jokes, banter, and all the things that made us laugh,

was it really necessary to rip that in half?

or maybe it’s me and my fault my concerns got to me,

but with how you were acting, my mind couldn’t help but roam free.

it was hard in mind to constantly be making excuses,

especially knowing you were aware how you were hurting the one who accuses—

constantly asking how was i feeling after knowingly just making me feel that way;

and like a fool, i laughed and said i was okay!

and, yes, i’m ashamed to have accusations,

but you lose reason after realizing you’ve been lied to in several conversations.

and, yes, i’m sorry if i seem to be victimizing myself in my little spiel,

but i really thought what we had was honest and real.

truth be told, i admit it’s my fault things became like this too,

for had i had enough courage to confront you, maybe it wouldn’t turn so askew.

but . . . i guess i can say now it’s official:

maybe all we had could be concluded as artificial.

it’s strange when the years you’ve known someone becomes less time and more a number,

all the more i wish i couldn’t remember.

i really cared, loved, and enjoyed my time with you,

it’s a bummer that i’ll have to carry these memories alone now too.

and yet, why does a part of me linger to reconcile

when you’ve already become so versatile?

just as a cool summer breeze that quickly comes and goes before fading into heat,

i’ve had to depart from two people i dreamt to grow old with, which has never felt so bittersweet.

one who lies to save themselves and one who barely cares at all;

both, who i considered very close if i recall.

it was like since one wasn’t enough, why not multiply my despair by two?

however, i’m always grateful to those who’ve been true.

but is it really just a coincidence ends, dies, and pain, speaking technically,

can be spelled out from words like friends, buddies, and companions, respectively?

still, it’s a sensation no one wishes to endure again . . .

because you usually mature and realize to avoid the same pain.

(unlike someone who lets her walls crumble and expose her vulnerability

as soon as someone expresses a little geniality).

—like, please. the desperation of some people, seriously!—

nonetheless, as unpredictable as life can be,

adulting is to let life take the old to welcome the arrival of the new, even without an apology.

the only challenge is the acceptance that’ll come with the new reality,

as the hurt and memories don’t subside so easily.

but eventually, soon enough, the summer melancholy will fade,

to greet the cozy autumn escapade.