Please don't ask me to look at you ,
and don't tell me to listen carefully
to your words
because this time you're real
not a scene that i made up in my mind ,
it's you and you're exist now
and i wish if I'm not sober enough
so then I won't feel something
when one of us leave,
i can smell the rain on the grass
and the leaves are running around us
as if our love is beating again
and we're meeting each other
introducing ourselves
for the love we leftover,
we're feeling the safety
we felt before and the terrors
are gone now
and our hearts are mending
all over again ,
but none of us
can take the weight of the painful tries ,
I'm asking you again
please
let us leave and never look back at each others face and fading .
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poetryletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
