To you whom I shared my scars with
Who stayed at me at 2:00 am talking about life.
Who listens to my undying rants.
My home, my sky, my happy pill.
Who's now a stranger.
I don't regret meeting you,
cause for once l live again.
For once I felt the urge to kick again
To live more, to hope more for something.
Thank you for sparing your time for me to value my own time.
I understand that you need to leave,
cause everyone gets tired of me.
I understand that you're just another stranger passing by.
I understand that you're just another wound I need to mend.
And if someday our path accidentally cross again
I want to smile with you without a hint of pain.
Cause you deserve a smile that has forgiveness.
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...
