Goodbye
I heard, you're getting married two weeks from now,
Should I beg or take a bow?
I can't bear with the chaotic thoughts inside my head,
Our memories are haunting me every night, in my bed.
A new notch in his belt,
His jacket was kept on my closet,
I can still feel his touch on my skin,
Love, where have you been?
I'm still waiting for you to knock the door,
All I did is to cry and lay on the floor,
Up all night I'm awake,
Like, someone had died, and I'm on the wake.
The post man arrived yesterday,
He handed me a card, its color was gray,
I opened the letter and read it until the last word,
Afterwards, I felt like someone had burry a thing in my back, it's a sword.
It was an invitation card, and you're really getting married,
Why didn't you asked me? I never agreed,
Aghast, why would you do that, if we aren't together any longer,
I'm just your temporary, and she's your forever.
The time has come, you removed her veil slowly,
You kissed her passionately,
I let those tears out, and I left the venue,
I'll never be your endgame, and I always knew.
This poem is dedicated to: ZyrineVillareal
