A/N: This poem is dedicated to Filotimo! You inspired me to write another poem! I mean, you and works do. I love you as well as your poems! You are so deep. Continue writing and more power!
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Lost and Found
Yes, I fell for your words.
You made me do.
How come that your words will stab me too?
Each "i miss you" you said,
Each smile you gave,
Each kisses we shared,
It was all magical,
Before.
Before all the chaos we faced,
Before all the matter we encountered,
We've passed it all,
Do we?
Or maybe,
Neither of us do.
None at all.
Yes, I fell for your words,
But words aren't enough, right?
You act less,
You show love less,
You miss me less,
You care less,
And you never fulfill your promises.
Yes, you made me fall for your words,
You made me look like a fool,
A fool out of love.
A fool, believing that someday I will beloved by you.
Each "i love you" you said,
Each laugh,
Each hug,
Each smile of you,
Each fake smile from you,
It pains me.
Each fake promises,
Each fake laughter,
Each fake kisses,
And even the both of us,
It is a fraud, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
You loved her first,
And I'll never be the the second,
Because I was never an option,
Not even a last choice.
I loved you first,
But you always choose her,
Her over me,
Her over everything.
That's what you always do.
Yes, I fell for your words,
Words that aren't meant for me but to her,
Words that I used to love when hearing it from you,
Words that made me love you,
Words that makes me feel alive,
Well, it's ironic after all,
Because as time goes by,
Your words were slowly becoming a knife,
Each "i love you" you said,
Each "i miss you" you told,
It stabs me.
And even the hugs and kisses we shared,
The smiles and laughters we both partake.
It kills me.
Maybe, there is no blood will be seen,
But my shattered heart speaks out everything.
How your love hurts and pains me,
How my love for you is still not enough at all, –to choose me over her.
The last thing I remember you said is,
You found yourself in loving her.
Then is it still love if,
I lost myself in the process of loving you?
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