some nights i wonder what it's like.
i wonder what it's like to love her and not me,
if the reason you left was because she was simply better than me or if you weren't happy.
i don't understand why you did this to me, to us.
i loved you more than anything;
i don't know why you wouldn't try to help me fix this problem
i tried
i tried to be there
i tried to make up for the love you didn't put into us.
i still love you.
i still want us to be alive
i don't want my love for us to die away
you mean so much to me
but, if you are happy with her then i suppose that i should be happy for you.
i love you too much to not let you be happy.
YOU ARE READING
poems
شِعرjust some poems. this is my first time publishing something so don't come at me
