the twilight lullabies [poetry]

poem #14: my old love

hi, it's been a while.

i know our love didn't end in a happily ever after,
just like the stories we used to tell,
it's more on like hanging on the edge of a cliff,
trying to hold on while thinking of letting go.

or maybe like an epilogue without a story,
hasn't started yet but ended too soon,
because our love was written like a poem,
just full of hazy thoughts and perplexed ideas.

and just like a poem,
it opened my mind to doors of things.

there are things that was better left unsaid,
no message is a message,
no goodbye is a goodbye,
and no closure is also a closure.

a love could be real but not that strong,
feelings may fade in just a blink of an eye,
someone's presence is sometimes replaceable,
and trust actions more than words.

not knowing anything is not bitterness but more of a peace,
being in love with the idea of someone is not the same as loving someone truthfully.
you maybe the first but doesn't mean you're the last.

you're not someone's home but just a bus stop,
where that person will be with you while waiting for someone else to arrive.
you're not someone's destination but just a resting shed,
where someone will just use your presence for comfort but wouldn't stay.

you maybe there for them during their tough battles,
but that doesn't mean they will fight for you in the end,
either they think you're not worth fighting for,
or they just chose an easier battle they can win.

you maybe just a bridge for someone to their own happy ending,
but someday, you will find yours too,
and every bruise and scars that you endured will be all worth it.