How do you know when it's over?

‘How do you know when it’s over?’

When the passionate red, depressing blue, and mellow yellow flowers seen each lonely morning look grey as fuck.

When the sun shines its light into your eyes as reminder that you should sleep more and cry less because as bright as it is… it still reminds you of their aura.

When you feel like you have seen the moon move more times than your own reflection in that broken mirror.

When you are looking down on a dark screen; there’s no text or missed call,


no ‘I love you’ or 'I miss you.’

When breathing becomes cigarette shortages even if you have never smoked before, welcome to the smoker’s lungs. 

Heartache makes us feel like a carton of nicotine set on fire with gasoline and a match left inside of a room with no doors and no windows.

You’re suffocating. And? It is just you. No one else to share that last kiss with.


No one with damaged lungs from when you last felt rose petals and poetry as lips.

That’s when you know… it’s over.