I thought falling out of love isn't real.
Until one day, you woke up feeling indifferent.
I thought you were just tired.
I thought rest was all you needed.
Then you told me you are tired but
in a way that rest won't be enough anymore;
in a way that getting up is no longer a choice;
in a way that fixing us is no longer in your mind.
You're tired
and this time,
I am no longer your rest
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesiaYou 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...
