And from meters away,
I saw you.
Seem so happy and loved,
In my two eyes I witnessed
That I'm never a loss.
I felt this warm liquid in my cheeks again...
It was months ago back then,
But It still so fresh for me.
The wounds that wounded me,
They'll never fade as how it should be.
No wonder it made itself a scar,
But I'm wondering, why'd it bleed again.
I knew it was only marks, I knew it healed.
But the moment I saw you again,
It bleed again...non stop.
I stared at you with full of 'please come back'
And you stared blankly like 'who the hell are you'
And just like that, I let myself taste my own blood from my scars that I knew I stitched for so long.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
