i really wished I'd never have to write a poem about you, but...
here we are,
the universe
trying to put us together again.
and no matter how many glances you take,
how many smiles i fake,
how much you pretend you're happy,
we'll never be the same.
i should let you go,
i should return the gifts,
but sometimes, when i cry,
i hope it's also the good tears
from the good memories we made
because somewhere, in some universe far away, you meant what you said.
YOU ARE READING
feelings.
شِعرa very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
