It was the first time I was brave,
The first time that I grew courage and outgrew those fear.
It was the first time I stood up for what I felt and didn't mind they'll say cause it won't matter anyway.
The first time I felt so alive,
And that feeling like everything is in line.
All those questioned disappeared and I was so focus on what is real.
Those contagious laugh when you are happy, those scowl face when you are angry, I can't unheard and unsee, those never ending pity arguments we had but found ourselves talking over and over, but the best feeling are those warmth hugs that give me comfort.
It was the first time that we took those risk.
But what happened?
Why did you let go of my hands?
Why did you run out of reasons to stay?
Why did you leave when I was willing to give everything up?
Why our time didn't match? Am I not that worth the catch?
How did you do it? Saying I love you making it sound so real.
How did you do it? Moving on like it could be done overnight.
How did you do it? Pretend to act like I mattered.
How did you do it? Left like nothing happened.
It was the first time I believe it will last and now left me nothing but doubts,
I was the first time I was madly in love but you broke my heart,
All those memories turned to bubbles with all the what if's and why, you left me confused.
You broke the best part of me, when all I did was give you the love that is pure and real, then along the way you suddenly acted that everything was not a big deal.
When you left I lost both you and a part of me, I was left empty with no emotions.
Everything is moving so fast, but I was left in pain and wishing hard that It will stop.
Everyday was hell and made me wonder how will I survive.
Things were never been the same, all those butterflies died, all those hopes turned to fear, love became hate and anger, until your memories are now my worst nightmare.
You are the part of me that I was trying to bury and forget, move forward with all I have left.
You are the my best hello and my worst goodbye.
Months had passed but still haunted and hurt by yesterday's promises, I guess you made a perfect cut to left a scar that I will remember even if we are now living apart.
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BITTER SWEET MEMORIES
Poetry-Hoping you can relate, this was based on emotion we felt during the moment of pain. I just want to share it maybe you are experiencing the same when your heart got broken. A life full of what ifs and thousands of maybes. I have wrote this 2 years a...
