As the boy known to be the epitome of fury entangled himself inside the vines

of young, hormonal romance,

he couldn't help but peek

over to the edge of paradise.

Melancholy mourned over

the death of his relevance,

an elegy strumming out

from his veins,

as the boy unwillingly bade goodbye to the people

that used to shower confetti

all over him before.

Those people —

come-and-go tourists

in his life —

were the ones

who had blessed him

with their uplifting words.

But they had stopped

caring now

— completely.

They faded like a fog after

heavy rain stormed the scene, disappeared from his life

without a trace.

Their last farewell?

They treated him like he

was a speck of dust

in the wind, waiting

to be sucked in

by the demons,

like he was a shout

into the void of nothingness.

As he wiped off his last tear,

he whispered faintly into

the blank space:

To those who are still

loyal with me,

I love you all,

and I hope

we will be friends forever.