walls could talk {50 poems,quotes}

[35]

I look back at our love

and remember how it was

between memories I remind

that I loved you so much

but you didn't in the same

amount

I wonder right now

whose problem it was?

were you too neutral or did I

feel too much in general?

was I only a desire or were

you only some fiction?

I still wonder,I ask myself

whose problem it was

to make me feel this way?