it started so small, a moment so brief,
A sip from my cup, yet filled me with grief.
Unspoken words, a tangled thread,
Thoughts of you echoing in my head.
Indirect kiss, I didn't foresee,
Yet there it was, so casually.
He knew I drank, yet drank from mine—
A gesture I shouldn’t define.
I left you back in twenty-four,
But your whispers linger, I can’t ignore.
You murmur softly, “I love you so,”
But why those words, if it’s all for show?
You kept on saying, “I love you,” loud,
Yet actions hid behind a cloud.
Your feelings vague, your glance astray,
Always on her, day after day.
With her, you laughed in a way so pure,
How could I think your love was sure?
Caught in delusions I try to dismiss,
But it lingers still—a bittersweet abyss.
I try to move on, to leave you behind,
But memories play tricks on my mind.
The whispers fade, the moments blur,
And yet, I still compare myself to her.
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Tears Of Love
PoesiaThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
