on the twenty-first night of february,
the dark silhouette of your face squirming back from the corner of my head,
found his key to the door of reminiscence i've utterly locked,
begging to come outside.
"come in, my lover is asleep."
i stated as i let him continue.
there, i caught a glimpse of a hopeless romantic person, who would've done anything to whomever he truly loves.
i was watching him as he began using his bare feet.
clear sighs,
he's one step closer to my life.
"what did i do wrong?"
he held my hands gently.
an unsaid explanation, indeed, may eternally haunt somebody.
"im just wondering if..i deserve a bit of your simplification." he said.
"that's not it really, it's over though, a long time ago."
"no need to blame yourself, just wanted to tell you i miss you."
"it isn't right, sorry."
the next day i woke up much earlier than i should,
skies even still filled with fireflies, but
one question.
whom shall i miss from now on?
you? or him?
-a. mdn
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the unsent
Poetry"Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry." A book of short poems and also my favorite song lyrics during heartbreak after heartbreak. This is actually a secret kind of work since I don't share anywhere else, but if...
