I only feel cold when you visit my thoughts
and i can feel the numb in my palms ,
and how you used to make the pain
of the overthinking goes away
as if i never overthink about everything ,
our love
it's an unsolved mystery case
and you're the murderer
who murdered the lover and the love
and i smell the dust of the faded hope
in everything that we both believed in
as if there's only the ending
no more beginnings .
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 .
