✧The Tortured Poets Department✧(Poems in English)

My ex flower

You that I loved so much one day, did you love me too?

I guess not.

With time, the memories fade from my mind.

In part, I'm happy that I don't have to remember everything you did to me.

But I'm also sad that I have to forget our good times.

It's so strange to say that you're my ex-best friend.

But it's strange to have to walk past you and pretend that I don't know you.

In a way, I don't know you.

I know the image I created of you.

And she wasn't real.

Much less our friendship.

For A.R

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This poem was written by me.