"What keeps you up at night?"
"Our memories. They linger on me. I wish I never let you go because you were the best, and what I did to you was the worst.
I left without a moment's notice, and you were forced to unlove me. You were forced to disremember it all.
You were forced to accept an ending I promised to never deliver at your door. You ached so quietly— cried behind the curtains and smiled so widely on stage.
You protected me even after I hit you at the very spot where I knew it would hurt the most. It keeps me up at night.
You know, the regret of hurting someone who never wanted harm on me, the regret of ruining a good heart, the regret of damaging the very person who loved me through all my sunshine and storms.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PuisiYou 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...
