In the beginning, your face was just my type,
Perfectly fitting, making my heart smile.
Our first talk shook up my world, it's true,
From day one, I sensed how it'd end, me and you.
Your flirting escalated, setting fire to the air,
I responded eagerly, caught in your snare.
Vowed not to fall again, but you tore down my walls,
And I found myself slipping, despite my resolve.
Just as I let down my guard, you turned away,
But I'd learned my lesson, before you came.
Reading you was hard, yet you mirrored me,
Hurt and betrayed, I stumbled, but now I see.
Our conversation persisted, refusing to fade,
Leading us to a moment where loyalty was engraved.
No labels, just us, for those fleeting days,
Filled with firsts, in so many ways.
Those days felt like a lifetime, not just a phase,
Assuring my lost decade.
Every touch, every look, a new blaze.
Your words, your touch, like an ointment to my soul,
In those moments, I finally felt whole.
I miss your embrace, so safe and so tight,
The kisses that felt like they'd last through the night.
Your voice, both commanding and sweet,
I'd give anything to relieve those moment.
We surrendered to each other, in cringe-worthy delight,
Called, cared, shared, but refused to take flight.
So alike, yet I chose the brutal way,
Silence, my weapon, leaving us in dismay.
It hurt you, I know, that silence of mine,
But it's a pain I feel every day, in kind.
If I could rewind, I'd still choose the same,
Loving you fiercely, yet guarding my heart.
I admit, I liked you more than I dared to show,
But I love myself too much to let go.
Parting ways was the only way to protect,
My fragile heart, from a deeper distress.
I'm sorry for using you, in every encounter we had,
Rewriting memories, trying to outrun the bad.
I'll cherish those moments, until my dying breath,
You'll never know how much, in life or in death.
Perhaps in another dimension exist, we find our happy end,
But I don't wish for next life, for I can't start all over again.
Farewell, my little black heart, goodbye, Ciao
For the last time, I like you, I'm sorry, please forgive me and thank you.
Orangemoon:3
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My Muse (My Little Black Heart🖤)
PoesiaA fleeting journey of love, marked by a longing to express feelings but lacking the courage and commitment, leading to an agonizing yet beautiful heartbreak. Letting go in silence becomes the final act and the story continues. Just like the saying g...
