I wish I have the guts to tell you how hard it was to survive another sleepless night without thinking of you; without possibly blaming myself why our love story come to an end.
To be honest, I don't count stars anymore because I had developed this fear that if I did, it would give me false hopes about you coming back, which is impossible now—
I wasted my life wishing on a dead star rather than the star who never left. You are living inside different galaxy now and here I am, a homesick astronaut trying to find my way back to my home, going back to you; the home I used to have had left to build a new house.
I'm sorry if I somehow made you believe that our love was a naught. I'm sorry for pushing you too far until we are far enough not to hold each other anymore, the whole thing was a mistake.
Looking for you on different girl I met in my life everyday was a mistake. I've been denying this for years but... I hope you find tranquility in her hands and bliss in her words. I hope she'd do the things I was afraid to do like loving you.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou 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...