The damage is done.
Those times are gone
when I used to think of you.
Dark circles in my eyes,
and the imagination of having you in my life,
it all remains like a fairytale.
The songs you sent me,
the voice notes,
I still listen to them
and think of your blurred face.
No hope of return,
even if you do,
you won't find the same me,
the one who existed in you.