In pain, my smile is made up of hurt and something missing, I've let them become my constant companions, Together we kept your absence hostage I turn deaf to its screams in my heart chambers. On restless nights, I poke my wounds To let blood fill the spaces where you once used to be I never bothered to dress them, Never bothered to overwrite you in my database, I barely have space left for me. On the grand stage of my fantasy, The audience throws tomatoes at me, The performance was never meant for them they realised, For you, the maestro of my senses, Have been murdered. In my dreams you creep behind me In someone's eyes I find your reflection The shape of their lips, I find your shadow Someone's scent brings me to you Someone's voice you echo Someone's flick of hand you resemble Someone's tilt of head, their shoulder You slide on their hair strands, and mock my eyes. But how could it be? I murdered you with my own hands, In the pool of tears I had disposed of you. But you continue following me, As if to punish me For the sin of trying to stop loving you, For locking your memories under my bed And letting them suffocate without air. You come at night and release them without a sound, They massacre me in broad daylight When no one notices, They splash me on the same pool of tears, Where your remnants sneer at me. And I have no choice but to stay there with you.