the problem wasn't
that I loved you
the problem was
that you didn't love me backin my dreams you still appear,
but that isn't what is killing me.
in my lips, yours' touch remains,
but that isn't what am thirsty for.the problem wasn't falling
for you too hard.
the problem was that you moved on from me too quick.the thing about people is that
sometimes we loved too much.sometimes we just think that the feeling was deeply mutual,
when we were probably just a fling of the time,
nothing too serious for those passing by.-Alondra h.s.
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PoetrySometimes I can only recall encrypted fragments of my hollow life and sometimes the present memories become nothing but scatter puzzles with a missing part I may never find. -Updates whenever my soul comes back- 04/03/2017 #688 in Poetry