I loved someone, but it didn't last.
She was perfect, too perfect for someone like me.
Each time I looked at her, I felt like I wasn't enough.
She deserves more, a life that's good,
a happiness I can't provide.
I couldn't give her the dreams she spoke of,
but she never asked for them.
Still, I'm glad someone like her walked into my life.
I'll never forget the love we shared,
the laughter in stolen moments.
Skipping classes for our first anniversary,
the first kiss, accidental, yet unforgettable.
I used to deny it—
"She's not my type," I said,
"He's not her type," she claimed.
But somehow, hate became love.
Now, I see her with someone new,
someone who makes her smile.
And I'm happy that she's happy.
I write this now, because saying it is too hard.
-𝐛𝐲𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐧.
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The space we share
PoetryIn this collection, I simply imagined the feelings of love, longing, and connection that swirl around us. Each poem is a reflection of my thoughts and dreams, capturing the beauty of unspoken bonds and the complexities of relationships in a way that...
