• 11:03 PM, Thursday, January 26, 2012

My cup broke.

The yellow man with the funny glasses and awkward smile on one end.
Business tie and suit and my routine of steaming morning milo.

I didn't see him off.

I'm not the one who broke him, I don't know how badly off he is. All I know is of how grumpy I'll be all day because tomorrow morning will descend with or without him. It's a special relationship. He's gone, my mom threw him away.

It's supposed to be startling when there's this lump forming, forcing (tearing) emotions, beckoning them with a fiery roar. All over something that's not alive (again). It isn't, but unfortunately, rationality doesn't apply because my cup just broke. My heart's all wrenched, damn it.

Half a step forward and back we tumble twenty steps.
I don't want a new relationship, that can wait till I migrate.

I'm still here in this godforsaken country, so why did you leave me first?
Things aren't working out. It's too easy to back down, away, up and over.

You're telling me to start off the worst, most abominable period of every unthinkable day henceforth without you. Mornings are dreadful, frightening, steals bits and pieces of my soul. You knew, you left all the same.

Forget it, I'll take this as my cue.

"I've had enough," is not enough.
I'll take things up a notch. I'll show you.

Adding oil to the fire will never be more fun.