Everyday seems longer
Than it used to be
It's like I could be counting on my fingers
The amount of time until you finally come to me
In my head, I'm living everything
Over and over again
Is it the right thing
To feel so much pain?
Are we belonging to the past?
Did we not last?
Because each minute that goes
Feels like more distance is put between us
I think I'm destroying myself
The memories hurt more
I don't have any picture to put on my shelf
Do I need to implore?
I'm holding on to an image of you
I don't know if I'm supposed to
Are you doing this, too?
Or is nothing about this true?
What are we, exactly?
Just a fantasy?
The fruit of my imagination,
Or an example of pure passion?
All I have left
Is the black dress
That welcomed your fiery touch
Knowing too well I could never burn too much
You're doing absolutely nothing
But I still think we're a thing
Yes, I can imagine how I want it to be
But not make it become reality
My heart screams your presence
Still, it feels like you're only a ghost
Even if for me
You're the perfect example of something real.
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i forgive you
PoetryHe asked in his dreamy voice tinted with worry: "Will you forgive me, one day?" I couldn't help but say: "You're already forgiven. You always were." A miscellany of my poems about forgiving others in love, hate, sadness, and all those emotions that...
