I'm not sad anymore. My chest doesn't feel tight anymore whenever I hear and see your name, or whenever our song plays randomly on the radio. I don't stop and curse at strangers anymore whenever I smell your perfume on them, or whenever there's a guy who's got deep round eyes and chin stubble. I don't look for you anymore whenever I'm drunk. I just sit on stools, take my shots and wait for the burn that don't come anymore. Our memories don't flash back that much anymore unlike before when you were stuck in my head like a brand new Rita Ora song. Now, you come in little waves and in droplets; no more rain and tsunamis. I am just here lying and floating; letting the wind take me anywhere. It's not cold nor hot, just enough to call it another day. There are no stars and moon. I couldn't blame them, though. I guess I bored them out for wishing the same thing over and over again.
Once, I was walking down memory lane just to get some air, then out of nowhere I heard a gun shot. I collapsed on floor so I ran my hands all over my body to look for the wound.
I found a hole... but there's no blood.