Its been so long. Too long.
Yet your replies are getting shorter. Less.
Only the time span between each letter widens, nothing else.
I desperately reach for you, through various means. Yet, all is for nothing.
You weren't here, nor there. So, where? Exactly where am I to find you, my love?
Was it just a moment of fun, for you to toy with my emotions, to see how it would all end?
Is it really that entertaining, to see one's heart break, to have a soul cry out in passionate longing for you?
Is that it? It all boils down to selfishness. Greed. Malice.
I don't wish to be bothered by you anymore. I don't want to care. I don't want to love.
Yet the truth still stays. I know it, and so do you. I can't let go, until you set me free.
I am your captive, yours to torture, my pain for you to savour.