A collection of poems by a non-poet

7

I don't care how long it takes to you to come back.
I'll be fine if you don't love me.
My heart won't shatter.
I'm prepared.
Maybe everything was an illusion, after all.
Maybe was my own solitude that made up everything.
In the end, it doesn't matter.
The only thing i want is to see you smiling again.
With or whithout me.