As I Was Talking About My Share Of The Sorrow

dear friend,

i am happy about you
here i am
writing a diary about my share of
sorrow
and as we chat
you go back to the past and
keeps on reminiscing about
the crush of your life,
as in forever...
i am happy about your illusions
since i have long destroyed mine
like i am as you see
a broken glass.

truly yours,
your ex-crush.