Wide Awake

At midnight—

On the first day of August,

My bed and pillow decided to rebel

To start an ending

That will change a constant routine.

Forcing myself to sleep

Is like pushing a nail on the wall without a hammer;

Impossible.

Hard.

Slumber is like a journey in the outer space.

What should I do?

If my heart does not cooperate

And my mind betrays me

As the memories remind me of you—

Flashing like a feel-good movie turns tragic.

Promises are broken.

Your words are an honest lie

That echoes a loud whisper—

Enough to destroy my hope

Of us in a sudden forever.

You promised me love,

But you gave me pain.

But we are not Star-crossed lovers,

For there’s no feud nor fate—

In our story. In our story.

All I can do now is accept rejection

As bitter as a lukewarm coffee

That nobody wants to drink.

When the sun rises,

I wish a new life awaits me.