The Talk

See how stormed I was at that instant to hold you tight; let you hear all my chatters and bear all my tantrums. That one moment, aah! In those school of several passing seconds, the intensity of broken was high and it can't be embellished anymore. You could see through me. All through me. You could see the light but to garnish it, my insecure heart and feeble emotions were bright on top. I managed to be that naked, I managed to throw away the tattered masks I was holding this far. I was burdened; my veins and quiet face was of no help. All the story was behind the curtain. Thick curtain! The noise of backstage storm was inevitable. 

I screamed. My throat went numb, I was screaming at the highest of my pitch. You were right there beside me, you were the serene ambiance, you were the hopeless Hope. You were holding my cold hands and it felt like you had no idea of what I was up to. You were smiling, I was screaming. This screech of me was an outlet for the inner holding you. Yes, you. You were the worst you inside me and I had a look at you thereafter, you were the best you outside.

Us and all around was a system, I thought that way. But you quit. You got up, gave me your forever there smile, waved me adieu and left with your constant straight back fading away.

I was screaming, hey I was literally screaming and you left. You left my howl incomplete. My throat didn't give up. Those droplets trickled from my forehead to my slender neck. I was breathless. I stopped. I stopped then and there.

You left your piece of peace behind. Such silence showed no past. Either you were deaf or I was dumb. Or humans are that way. With storms acting inside and dancing slow outside or it was a mere STORY.