she was broken but she healed me,
I saw her sobbing uncontrollably,
and all I wished was to set her free
it sounds desperately needy
but all my needs and wants are just with her.
I wish I had changed the outcomes
and maybe we could be together.
could she have loved me?
or could we end up being happy?
maybe what we have right now is a bigger
maybe it's still too soon
because I realize
she would still heal me
even if she's broken
And I stood there,
unfazed,
as the rain hid my tears,
knowing well myself,
that even if her love came in the form of roses,
I'd still crave it despite the thorns it held,
Guess I've to accept fate,
I wrote it myself,
Being strangers,
but with memories,
is something we didn't wish for,
but we got it,
at least we kept our promises, we never said goodbye
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A poet's diary
PoetryA poet's Diary is a set of poems, written to express feelings, often never shared to the world. What everyone feels, but is too hard on themselves to share.
