Not yet ready getting back to same room

The room full of virtual residue, between me and you, an agony trap, between love and hate.

Maybe this is just a dramatic side of me, or maybe there is scratch in my heart, a wound.

I never really try to recall and admitting of what happened between you and me.

We met in desperate love story, a very disturbing journey between sweet and bitter with bunch of filthy spark.

I never really want you, i set you up as a person, as an application, as an rubbish bin, as an LSD for my addiction, a one ticket to ride for once in a while.

So yeah, we started, i start it based on desperation, insecurities, self worth issue, and many bad things that happened in my mental state from the first, until today.

So i let you go.

Yet, i got mad, maybe because of your rejection.

You were home to me.

You are broken soul, and now you choose to stay with a very crazy sum up trouble mental state than me.

At the end of the day, whoever you will settle down, you are no longer somebody for me.

My days of being addict to you is over.
You no longer something.

You, the cyber love, the very sick part of me, i let you go, and i let myself to be healed, until then i may not going back to the same room as how we usually did our thing.