Not ever once during its life time, did the tulips bend to asleep. Left over coffee granules of your last mug remains untouched. Part of me want to not allow the momento to pass, easily forgotten washed down below the sink drainage. Part of me want to make sure it remains as it is, your last mug.

You are no longer welcome here. Not in this heart, you dont. As i need to enchant it through and through in convincing the bed of my subconscious. Not that you have done anything that i need to digest within my conscience walls.. Bottom line is clear, you are making me to betray myself by attempting to love others, when it is you that i desire.

The tulip stays erected with all its might as it was dying. I have been enjoying the shrieking companion sounds of dry petals against the warm spring breeze. Wondering where have my teardrops flew..