"i see her walking with her friends. laughing, happy, moved on. it's been years since i knew her. i broke her. sometimes i regret it. i wonder if it's too late. she locks eyes with me. it's too late. i can see the pain haunting her as her expression changes completely. i see her eyes flood with tears. i caused them. quickly, she blinks them away and continues talking to her friends, laughing; is she happy? can i make her happy again? i see a tall guy walk towards her and pull her into him. she's not mine to make happy anymore. she smiles at him the way she used to smile at me. she kisses him with the same intense passion with which she used to kiss me. she glances at me as she pulls away from him. i hope it's an act. i didn't know it would hurt this bad. it's been 3 years; why does it still hurt? i guess she was right. the people we used to be die. but the love never does."
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my poems
PoetryA coming of age story of a young girl, discovering the true meaning of self love.
