You've been so fucking unfair. I wasn't asking for everything but that doesn't mean i don't deserve something.
It's so unjust how much length I'm willing to go through just for you while you were just there, barely filling the space between us--- barely moving an inch.
It's unfair how willing I am to surrender my defenses, how willing I am to feel every twinge of pain I am about to face when it's time for you to leave.
It's unfair how I prepared myself from your desertion yet killing every part of me that still clings to your memories.
It's unfair because I love you so much that I am willing to hear and accept your last words yet there you are, loving me so less that I was never even worth a goodbye.
Maybe that what happens when you consider people as your well-written novels, they'll take you as their phrases.
One way or another, you're nothing but just an unfinished thought. Just a pathetic, incomplete and unworthy hang up.
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...
