Humble afternoon poetry

Suddenly he wakes up.
His naked body laid down at the concrete floor just doesn’t fit him anymore.

Staring at his own feet, looking for a reason to stand up and walk one more time. Minutes seems to fly by, his ego must have abandoned him this morning.
A cold foot, a frozen heart, a desert as a soul.
Faith has been lost; faking is now the only way to survive among the empty room.

Would you help him out?
Would you give him another chance?
Would you know if he lies to you again?


Grow up girl.
He can’t even recognize himself anymore; why would he even care on pretending to love you again?