Please, please, please,
I beg you to listen when I tell you I’m fine,
That behind all those words,
At the end of the day,
I’ll still cry with no one to turn to.
I saw you with someone else,
How long has it been—was it three or four?
I cannot recall.
It ended with too many questions,
With so little answers —
I am so sorry.
But some things are better off not knowing.
I sometimes wonder what could have been,
But I know,
That where we are today is where we wanna be,
And we wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’ve never felt so alone,
Although I should have known,
That i’ll end up alone,
Here’s to the unknown.
The way your eyes meet mine,
Somehow lost its depth,
The way your hands lingered on my skin,
Like I’m something you’re afraid to touch,
The way you say my name,
Seems like it’s leaving a bitter taste.
Is this what it feels like?
To be a tourist in a familiar land?
My response to:
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Jun · 29
I held you close to my heart,
So I know it’s true,
The love I have for you is pure,
But you never seem to notice,
Never even cared,
As we were just destiny’s threads,
Within enough proximity but never intertwined.
In response to:
In response to
A piece of a two-pieced necklace,
An unused tissue paper with our names written on it,
A piece of string,
All of these kept,
Even as you left.
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Mar · 13
In response to
Long I miss the days,
I used to lie beside you late in the afternoon,
Surrounded by your embrace,
With a soft sound playing or was it your friend?
Now, It’s a home I could never go back to.