My tears dried up
I didn’t wash my face since last night
The bed is still in its worse state
Yet the feeling seemed to ease.
The fireworks show was extraordinary
A fictional series of scenery
Except for the fact that I’m all alone
I should’ve stayed at home.
It’s all my fault
I just poured out all my hopes
Now a shattered pieces of glass is what I am
No more chances of being one.
I went home and cried on my bed
Hoping to see you in my dreams instead
Yet there was nothing there for me to see
Except for a forgotten memory.
There was nothing but me
You exist not, I—know, don’t know you
Was it me, was it you?
Was it neither of us?