Good Night.

Good night to the world I once knew. So peaceful, that which churned into the darkness only seen in movies, or nightmares.

It creeps on me like a continental sized burden on my soul. I am a fool, and I know. Must my broken glass like bones be further stepped on and measly heart drowned into the waters we call reality?

Sadly, no one is there to assure me into happiness. All I loved are gone, left me for the better option. I understand. That is why I feel empty.

Who really cares? No one. None but I, know and dares to try to save myself from the dark silhouettes of my past reaching, grabbing, and dragging me to the unknown. To the place where I once used to call home. Such a betrayal that I face. Something that I once believed as a haven, only to be lied to, now calls me back.

It is where I found my happiness, and it is where I lost it. Caught it at first soaring right through the silky blue sky. I held it for a moment, then it dissipated like the morning dew under the irate sun.

All that I have tried, and done were for her. She still decided to kick me down towards the dirt. Denying that I actually attempted to reassure her that I was hers and hers alone. She accepts that she fornicated with other men while being only a few days after our divide. Yet she tried to stride towards me with the thought in her mind, "I miss you."

All were but meager lies that built up till I lost track in who I was becoming. A puppet to her use, or a safety net for if she was ever denied by another caller. I was battered and bruised, and she kept on kicking. My life slipped away multiple times, leaving me weaker and weaker.

Yet I stayed, for she played me into thinking that we could yet again fall into each other's arms. She has that devilish charm that can remove the floor right below you with out knowing.

She tried to teach me monogamy. She failed. All she taught me was how to lose, and let my mental state deteriorate, becoming  obsessed with the idea of loving her.

How odd, that she deems my interactions with other people as a way of adultery. She tried to become an emissary of my emotions, controlling my perspectives, turning me into her slave like lover.

Saying goodnight is now a routine, but this is the last. There is no other that can bring me to the same sense of bewilderness that she has brought me to.

Lastly, this is the final good night I say. From here to another day, if there is a way, I will do my best to learn and construct from these events. To the child we lost, I say good night, and to her, and her family I say good night.

Good night.