I really wish
I could see you
one last time.
I want you to look at me,
I want you to look at me and see what you're missing.
I want you to look at me and shiver because now you see how much stronger I've become.
I would see you one last time,
and then close the cruel chapter you had to be in.
But now you're gone, you've left the city, probably. I don't know for sure because we're not talking after all. Do you even understand? I want to say goodbye and delete you out of my head.
But even if we met, I guess I wouldn't still be able to forget you, right?
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PoetrySome poems about someone who didn't know how love me right, how I, myself, didn't know how to love me right, how I lost & finally found myself again.
