That's how it should be. You can't make people stay just because you reserved them seats.
You can't make them retell the stories you said just because you listened to them attentively. You cant ask for permanent places in their little universes just because you made a planet out from their flaws and charms.
You can't anticipate for their visitations just because you leave your front door open. You can't make them love you the way you love them.
Sometimes it's hard to swallow but reality bites, it aches deeper in your bones. Sometimes, doing your best is not yet the best for them.
Giving your all is not yet equivalent as everything to them. Sometimes, you thought you're enough not until the day you're replaced.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesíaYou 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...
