08.23.21
I'm afraid,
but I must have
been a captive of my own
delusional thinking.
Setting my eyes on you alone
like you are my possession
when the truth is,
we are nothing more
than strangers again.
So I'm here putting some
sense to every decision made,
like how I packed us up
inside a bag of all my what-ifs,
like how I trapped my thoughts
about us inside a suitcase of regrets
when in fact it was just
a love that never was.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoetryThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
