I can never really forget about you.
I can never really wipe you away like a silly insignificant memory.
Because you were everything to me, my first love, the only person I really ever wanted.
And even though as I try to forget about you, it can never happen.
You're everywhere, in every little detail, In everyone's faces. In all the flowers, In all the buildings and graves.
When it rains, I don't ponder of the beauty of the rain, I wonder if you're seeing it, I wonder if you're home safe, I wonder if you're standing in the middle of the rain, thinking about me too.
When anyone smiles, all I can see is you, that resplendent smile forming on their lips is yours. Yours can never part my memory. It's painted, clear and agonisingly beautiful.
When I hear someone with the same name as yours, my heart falls apart like a damaged, frail building. How can I live knowing I'll never be able to call out your name again, to watch you turn and smile at me, sending me deep into oceans of euphoria.
You were filled with such beauty and poise, I couldn't dare love or see anyone else but you, you were everything that I ever saw. With you, I was blind.
I was blinded by your light, your bright light, keeping my heart warm in the coldest blizzards.
But now that you're gone, I'm freezing, there's no more light and there's no more warmth, I sometimes wonder how many poems I've written about you, how many times you've made me shed precious tears.
But as I try to remember, I realize that it's infinite, but even though you always hurt me, I will never see anyone else but you, and my heart will never belong to anyone else, for it will always be yours. You're the only one who could ever make me happy. You have the key.
I won't try to forget you because that wouldn't work would it?
I'll love you till the end of time, and you may not understand the depth of my love for you.
But no one ever will because sometimes, I don't understand it myself .
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!