hello past lover,
it's me again
i know you must
be so tired of
hearing this by
now— and i beg
that you believe
me when i say
that i'm sick of
saying this
i'm so confused;
it took me
two weeks to fall
in love with you;
two months for
you to love me
back; two days
for another girl to
become the
reason we fell
apart; and two
years was how
long it took to get
over you
it has been three
years now since
i've seen your
ocean eyes and
your crooked
smile and i often
forget what your
face looked like
and the way you
used to laugh
but in my dreams
you appear as if
our 'us' was just
yesterday and
my memory tears
open the healed
scars on my heart
and toys with the
ache i once
thought i'd
pushed away
in the day you're a
blur and your
voice is an echo
lost in the dark
but in my dreams
i can picture every
atom that makes
up your face and
the constellations
in your eyes
and i picture us
before we became
2 and 3, and me...
the lonely 1
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a/n the first poem of the year <3 i hope you all find happiness in 2019 and leave behind all your insecurities and regrets in the year so recently passed. may you all have faith in your future and in yourselves. i believe in you, and once again, happy new year xx
– LAILA
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𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒
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