Why do those times pop up when I'm not ready for them?

That specific day we ran into each other,

You gazed at me as if our past didn't exist,

And the quiet was so thick, I thought it might squash me.

Then, you shattered it—your rage spilling out.

I can picture how you stared at her,

As if she meant everything to you,

And I was just something you could throw away.

I observed her feeling jealousy sneak in.

She embodied all I couldn't be.

When I saw my reflection, I felt hate,

But I still wished things might work out.

You went outside, sparked a smoke in the midday light.

Every puff took you more distant,

And I just stood there melting into the scene,

As if I was nothing.

I believed in you more than anyone more than I should have.

But now, I just feel exploited and shattered.

Mascara streaming down my cheeks,

Like the bits of the frame you smashed into pieces. 

But truthfully, I believe I started to crumble way before that.

Bit by bit, cracking apart from all the things we never said.

And now, I'm in pieces just like that shattered picture of us.

Was I not enough? || Adiba Prionty

Adiba Prionty is an aspiring writer with a passion for capturing real-life moments through her words. An avid reader, she finds inspiration in books and enjoys exploring diverse literary worlds. Her love for travel drives her to venture out whenever she has the time, seeking new experiences and stories to tell. Adiba's writing reflects her deep appreciation for the beauty of everyday life, making her work relatable and heartfelt.