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 triedi 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.
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poems
شِعرjust some poems. this is my first time publishing something so don't come at me