You have no idea how many times I wished I was better so that you could start seeing yourself fitting into my corners. You have no idea how many times I hurt myself from loving someone who was never really ready for attachments.
Someone who still has doubts and fears that everything you touch— you will just ruin. I hate myself for choosing someone who can't even risk a try with, someone who planted my feet in the ground without even promising me an arrival and staying.
I hate how I trapped myself in a place that doesn't want me there at all. It hurts how I keep insisting on the love I could give and you kept on taking the surface only.
You were afraid to see the chances because you were so inconsistent even to your own self. And maybe it's the toughest thing I should do.
Maybe I should let go of someone who never sees me as a reason and a possibility.
Maybe one day, I will laugh at how I loved someone like you. Maybe one day, both of us will take everything as a joke.
Or perhaps one day, we will meet in one corner of the world and my heart will start beating the same again and yours will be finally ready.
And maybe,
just another maybe,
we're too late for each other
and we have to let go of us
again."
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PoezieYou 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...
