I think we've finally reach our realest goodbye. There has been this long, deafening silence between us—we're almost wordless—so to be fair, this will be the last thing I will write about you.
I'm redirecting my passion into something you don't know I am capable of so you won't find me again when you feel like you miss me.
It will always hurt like hell tearing every fragment of memories I had with you but I think it's about time I unload these baggage.
I am finally giving up on u so, please, no more false hopes.
Quit reappearing in my life when you feel like it.
Stop making me feel that you care when you actually don't.
Enough with all those gestures that never fail to sweep me off my feet and make me stumble into you again.
Please, let me go already.
God knows how much I wanted to move on from you completely.
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...
