You'll regret leaving your one chance at happiness and I'll be stuck with the shackles that you chained to my wrists and ankles. They weigh me down and scare off anyone else that I try to get close to. I wish you would give me the key so I could free myself of your spell but it's been so long that you've been with me that you misplaced the key somewhere between 2014 and last November.
One day you'll miss everything that I did for you. You'll miss when I'd yank the sun from underneath the earth to wake you and tickle your eyelids. You'll miss the stars I painted across the sky and you'll miss the sweet poetry I whispered into your ears every time we were together.
I hope that in my next life that you'll be there and that you'll be the right one for me, because I know that you'll be in my life again, but maybe you'll be my brother, or cousin, or maybe you'll be a teacher who teaches me art or how to avoid commitment. Maybe you'll be a girl that I'll learn to fall in love with and I can woo you with my romance and my verses. Maybe I'll be the knight and you'll be the princess. In any way, I want you to be in my next life, even if I do wish that I could hate you. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be in this lifetime.
Maybe in the next.
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I Was She
Puisi[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
