They used to leave,
Then come back,
And act like it never happened,
And act like they never left.
They hurt me in ways,
They thought was okay.
Their stares, acts, and especially their words.
It all hurts me like hell.
Like a cut.
It stings, it burns, then it heals.
Yet the scars always remains,
To remind me the pain they've caused,
And their phenomenon to my beloved self.
But still, I thank them for their friendship.
They left me memories to miss and lessons I have to learn,
And a hole they've left in my heart in their own shape,
Taking a part of me that I built with the memories I had with them.
;pJ
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Beloved Encounters
PoetryI wrote this book for the people who became the chapters of my life. It is a book for the ones I once loved, the ones who taught me valuable lessons about love and life. Through their presence and absence, I have come to understand what love truly m...
