I turned on the shower, letting the warm water fall on my body. I increased the temperature until it was unbearable. The water felt like fire on my skin, as if I was burning, inside out.
I came out of the shower, black t-shirt that had " I'm busy" imprinted on it in a brown italic text, wearing casual light brown trouser.
I sat on the side of the bed, and picked up his phone(My ex's.)
How will I get in? I asked myself.
The lock screen was a poem, he was very fond of poems and also wrote some. The one on the lock screen was probably also written by him, it read :
I will be what you desire
Perhaps water or fire
Among the scattered forest
I will be east and west
I will be the moon
Maybe we will meet... Soon
I wonder who he refers in the last verse, me? Surely not. Why a moon though?
I pushed that thought aside, right now I have to focus on opening his phone.
It required a 4-digit pin.
I tried his birthday, failed.
I tried 2580, failed.
1234,didnt work either.
After some tries, the phone got locked, for a minute.
After the minute was over, I tried 1012 and it somehow worked.
The main thing is, that I got access.
I opened his gallery.
why? I asked myself, and uncertainty greeted me.
It had a bunch of pictures, mostly related to his job.
I saw some of mine too, in one Picture I was laughing at him, in the other I was busy eating Icecream.
Next, I opened his notes. They were filled with poems. Dozens of them, along with some paragraphs.
There was a paragraph about his feelings, I shouldn't have read it ; but I did.
It read :
" My heart is a prisoner, held hostage in the Cage of ribs. Forced to beat, forced to work.
The cage is shrinking gradually, and the shards of glass are sinking into my heart slowly.
The tears that were held back now dwells in the cage of thrones, that were once beautiful roses, which are now withered and for ever they will be. "
The paragraph was followed by a poem, first two verses were:
The heart sinks and drowns
In the tears that can't come out without sound
Dear heart, why speak to brain?
When you have no words to explain the pain "
I shut off the phone. I couldn't trust myself with it ; those descriptions were painfully accurate. Fortunately, he'd never find out.
I sit there with silence until the thoughts start to come back The thoughts, that I want to escape. I lay back down, tears feeling cold on my skin.
I cry, without sound. Maybe my heart is now a prisoner too, prisoned for the crime of breaking and being broken.
And just like that, my thoughts and vision became blurry and I drifted to another world.