Othello's Syndrome.

Columns of cigarette ash smashed on the glass ash tray. Lit up another stick and watched the smoke from the little light swirl along this climate of delusions. I tend to count the days since the last time you stated your point of view but I did not absorb anything. I continued to wait for your words but it just did not shake me. Took booze and let it think how much I feel for you. And if I really do, how much do I?

My cellphone’s white screen screams out the messages received. Got the same name and sender in a row but I did not give any attention. It’s been all the same apologies since then that I did not believe in to.

Petals peel off the white rose and continue to plunk on the table. It’s been three days since I got them and let it wither in that vase. I got lost in these soliloquies and vengeful thoughts but it got me nowhere. Like a ticking bomb, noticeable temper reflects storms of emotions brewing in my head. Planned to fake this madness but the idea of my suspicions of you being untrue to me says it all.

As my pride heightened, I deceived my self without sufficient reasons. Ironically, I doubted everything about your justifications but still hailed a taxi in the rain just to see you tonight. Melancholic songs of sunset held my grudges on my way.

Sweat of the cold atmosphere streamed down side of the glass window of the cab and let go of a heavy sigh. Scenes are shuffled like cards... fast and unbelievable and... I explode within you.

Jealousy.