In Verse

44. HOW WE USED TO BE (II)

I asked them not to hustle out anymore,
but you know how these tears are always the last word freaks?

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My cheeks were stained and you stood there.
It was noticable,
the remorse you held for me.
I saw you looking at me,
with a speck of guilt and honesty.

I was betrayed twice,
Courtesy of you and my eyes.
My mind was keen on letting you go,
but this tattered heart always said 'no'.

I sneaked in your train
and desperately ran into your compartment,
hopelessly told myself that it was an accident.
Handing you your freedom,
I said "The papers, you forgot",
maybe I was embarassed to let my anguish get caught.

We had spent nights between each other's pleasure zones,
I kept asking myself if you would still feel like home?
Saw you waving your final letter,
It said "It will surely get better".

I wonder if there is a third time,
to write another poem with some mesmerizing rhymes.
But my story told me otherwise,
gave me an insight of my broken ties.

Sipping on this endless cup of coffee,
In my mundane life I'm levitating
with a distorted vision that never stops waiting.

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Three years later I'm still stuck on the edge of your bed,
I kiss the pillows under my own head.
You must have changed but I'm still me,
I wonder if you remember
"How we used to be?"

-Azmii•

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(A/N): Few years ago, I wrote a poem, How we used to be. It was about letting your love go, but still asking them if they'll remember anything and everything that was there between us.
I made a part two of that poem, it is a very precise version of it and its about two couples having a mutual divorce but one of them still can't get over the love they had for each other.

I hope you'll enjoy reading it.
Thank you

Love-
Azmii