Months passed,
really fast.
But they were eternities
to me,
for I cried myself to sleep every night.
You promising you love me,
then walking into the fireworks
with her.
Every time I stare at you,
I'm afraid of what I'll get,
a glare,
a smile,
or maybe you wouldn't even look at me.
Don't you know,
it's very painful?
To think I was happy being your backup.
I prayed for you
to fight with her
so that I'll get some attention.
Those tiny, beautiful moments
carried in the palm of my hand
as if they were stars.
That night,
you didn't even come home.
I cried
so hard
so hard
so hard.
Then,
I had an epiphany.
If I actually liked being just
a backup,
why would I want so much more?
If I thought things would get
better,
why are my bags at the front door?
I knew it was doomed
to end,
but I hung onto it because...
because.
I don't even know.
You're not a bad person.
You just don't have the
kind of heart
for love.
Yeah, I still want you,
still spend sleepless nights replaying our-
no, my memories,
but I'm sure, one day
I'll let go.
I'm waiting for that.
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoetryWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.
