Why would I write these,
If it was that easy to let go.
Of the suffering.
Of the pain.
How hard is it to say,
'We're over'
'I'm tired',
'I don't want you in my life anymore',
To someone whom told,
'I love you.
Today.
Always.
I love you.'
If it was easy,
Why am I suffering?
Why do I remember you?
Help me forget.
Help me let go of you.
Help me.
Everywhere I see,
I see you.
You're there.
To people,
Who are always together,
Who are meant together,
Part ways.
How hard is it to let go?
Am I ready?
To let go of you?
When we were just starting.
Just starting to believe.
How hard is it to let go?
Why am I sad?
Why am I crying?
I don't want this to end.
I don't even know.
What to say anymore.
How should I let go?
Should I just walk away?
After telling you,
That I don't love you anymore.
I walked away.
Then a few steps after, I stopped.
Turned around.
And I saw you there.
Standing.
As if you knew that I was going to turn around.
To see you.
For one last time.
As a lover.
After I looked at you,
For one last time,
I continued to walk.
Away from you.
Crying.
Telling myself,
That everything is for the best.
I wanted to go back.
To desperately go back.
I heard you called my name.
You were calling.
Begging.
You were running.
Towards me.
But I ran away also.
And blended with the crowd.
I heard you called my name.
But I still continued hiding.
Walking away.
Because I know,
Everything is for the best.
I'm darkness,
I'll pull you down.
When I wanted for you was growth.
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Love, You?
Short Storythis is not a story they are feelings, all placed in lines. they are emotions, that has no motion. they are words, expressed silently. love, you? do you love, you? are, you? ☆☆ hello guys! leon here uwu this books revolves around random poems, scrip...
