In my stories, proses, and poems
I wrote about how I loved
How I got hurt
And how I loved again
Describing every detail as poetic as possible
Turning all the things that didn't even matter
To deep allegories like the ocean
The rainbow
Or the wind
Blaming all my traumas to the people
Who have betrayed me
Who didn't reciprocate
Who didn't care
Who overwhelmed me
Who took advantage of my innocence
All the people who read and will read
Also hate the subjects
Of my old-time stories.
But it took me too long to realize
I am in somebody else's story too
I'm the one who attracts them with the charming smiles
I'm the one who makes them hope and lets them down
I'm the one who they thought was their true love
I'm the one who hurts them and moves on
I'm the golden girl who could get who and what I want
But is too blind to see that what I need was already right in front of me
I'm the villain
I'm the one who gets hated.
If you read again
All the poetries
The proses
And the stories I wrote you and about you
I never wanted you to be hated
I've been so careful with that
Because when somebody else reads this book
I want them to fall in love with you
As hard as I did
And I want them to understand you
When you were at your lowest and you hurt me
But I also want them to feel hurt
I want them to think about their exes or long distance relationships
When you go finally go away
I want them to be so happy
Because when I finally decided to end this book
It says, we made it.
YOU ARE READING
Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
