The part of you who loved me got into an emotional accident, and instantaneously died on the scene.
The piece of you who I loved the most drowned in an ocean of pure dishonesty.
And I got to watch it all. I got to watch you as you chose to unchoose me.
I got to watch you slowly disremember everything you vowed to never forget. Mainly, me."
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesieYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
