I lost count of how many days
and nights when my face
was drenched with tears—
who knows, it could've been years.
When all I wanted is to be
a girl who can love him endlessly,
he ended his life as he pulled the trigger,
tossing away our future together.
So I always wondered what we
could have been if only he
did not leave the hell out of me
when I needed him so badly.
Loving him was a gift, no doubt.
We were happy but he wanted out.
Right now, as tears fall from my eyes,
losing him was a curse, I realized.
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PoetryA collection of poems from an INFP who loves fiction and astronomy
