I've seen mirror at midnight With dropping dry eyes Not a single drop falling Waiting for the last seen to turn to online and eventually typing Dream remained in it's place with nothing to yield I wonder how I spent those nights Just reading those texts over and over again When all they said was 'It's over' My heart never sank to the bottom like it did at the first time The intensity decreased with nights and it turned out to be a habit Eyes were less sleepy, more dry with least hope It was a decision to leave than to hold on Love defined itself making me fall into hate Now it's easier to walk past some non-existing human