I stopped talking to you,
but after all those time,
I failed in trying to unlove you.
I was so caught up in the silky sound of your voice, your soft skin or even the way you run your fingers through your hair so many times in the day
I was so caught up in my love for you,
so caught up in imagining a future that I was going to build for you
I was so busy imagining a future with you that I forgot to remember-
the future you were building, didn't have me in it.
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Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
