I stared at the blank paper,
wondering who do I even write to;
to the ghost of what I wanted us to be?
to past me who was blissfully unaware of what was in the future?
to the sky that witnessed the start of us, till the moment my heart broke and more?
or
to the memories that haunt me left and right,
begging them not to haunt me?
something deep down tells me,
and you'd end up writing letters to him, hoping he'd answer one of them
and the truth is;
I often wonder,
"do the letters reach you or do they fall into the blurred lines that we were and get lost forever like we were lost?"
and god do I want to burn myself to get rid of this unanswered guilt;
why am I writing to you?
why is it that you still haunt my every dream?
Why do you still linger around like a ghost,
except that you're not the one dead?
It's me and what we were.
as a famous poet once said;
"I felt like my homeland was occupied again"
I was demanded out of my homeland; that is you,
and I still regret not leaving a footprint to find my way back home...
in case you're wondering,
I'm still here,
waiting;
just in case
I was allowed back in my homeland...
Still Yours,
Someone You Left Behind with a Promise...
welp-
i was bored-
and also, the quote hit too hard-
enjoyyyyy
🎀Jewel🎀
YOU ARE READING
Someone; Someday...
Poetrythis is just some poems that i want someone to read someday and stare at a wall and re-think their life; like how some have done, though a lesser impact... VERY SHORT POEMS, LONG POEMS, ANYTHING THAT I DEEM A POEM WILL BE HERE!
