I still harbor the thought of us,
And nurse the happiness that holding you once gave me.
The emotions come in aperiodic surges.
Memories I hold dear remind me of what I lost in a whim.
The only thing I have left is not us.
And I didn't cherish you enough as for you not to leave me.
Love seldom finds me again at the verge
Of trying to open my heart again but we never can agree.
Maybe I'm still looking for us.
And still entertain the idea of you still loving an unfixable me.
My heart perhaps has too many sutures
That still bleed remembering what was and what could've been.
- A.T.R.
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Sugar & Cream
PoetryA collection of writings, poems and thoughts that have gotten me through my darkest days. Writing has always been my coping mechanism and my way of documenting what is happening in my life. I want to share with each and every one of the readers my...
