If you think it did not hurt me,
it did.
It killed a part of me, to be honest.
I crawled on rocky roads,
got wounded by a thousand broken glasses,
I even bled and cried and choked.
I loathed you,
Screamed your name in despise,
Cursed a countless times.
Yet like a fool I prayed to God
"Please, don't make him feel the same pain I've felt."
The pain you've caused, the pain I suffered from for a hundred sleepless night.
If you think it did not hurt me,
it did.
I just did not show it.
But I stayed up late at night, sobbing.
Wishing to hear even just a whisper of your apology.
Trying to dry the ocean in my eyes.
My brain won't let me let you know
But I wished you knew
What happened after you broke my heart into small pieces.
—KAI—
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I Can't Go Home, Anymore.
Poetry"I canʼt go home anymore, so Iʼll just write you some letters and poems until you come to take me back home." 06.18.2024
