how ironic that
you and i, we
were, used to
be “together’. was it
irony that brought us together in the first
place? i swear this
is the second time we’ve
fallen in
love. and the first, we
were but children, the
second we were still
the children, just a little
different from who we
used to be
and oh, irony, thank you
for breaking us apart
as we grew
irony, i hate you, just
as strong as my
love for him.
i hope that, for the
third, i’ll have the courage
to say
no.
(but i miss him so much.)
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
