It's true that we are not together
It's true that you hate me
And I hate you
But why do you still look at me like that,
Like we are still in love.
Like we are still those small kids
Not afraid of anything.
Why, tell me why?
Each time I enter the class,
You make eye contact and my heart melts down,
And it says
"Wow, he looks so good today"
I don't understand why do you still talk to my friends
And ask them, if I am well.
Please stop this.
My heart has had enough.
It doesn't want to shatter twice
And I don't want to leave you twice.
Just leave me.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished
PoesíaThere are some stories that remain unfinished even when you don't want to. There are people who made mistakes just by loving someone and this is a peep into those lives. Poems are a way to express the untold and unfinished things and that is why I...
