I regret observing everything about you. I remember the way your eyes form a crescent shape as you laugh through a funny joke. I remember how mad you were when injustice comes into the scene. I can hear your voice each and every time I look at your photos.
Now I realized that everything that I dreamt of was nothing but fantasies, it tears me inside. I can feel how the serenity I felt with you suddenly became havoc and started crashing my system. The songs that I used to listen to when I miss you suddenly became odes to death. Just hearing your name pulls some weird feeling inside me— making me crumble and lie with tears at night.
I regret observing the little details about you. I thought you were the cure, but I realized you were the curse.
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Events
PoesíaA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
