To the one,
Who was not the one for me,
I know you loved me,
In whatever capacity,
You could,
Even in forms,
Which will not be possible,
For the ones who come after you,
How your eyes beheld me,
And your hands never could,
And though I could never feel the way,
You did about me,
Believe me,
When I say,
I wanted to but I could not,
And in moments,
When loneliness gets the better of me,
I still go back to all those memories,
Which could have been so much more,
I do not really know,
If it was the time or just me,
That was wrong,
And after everything,
That I put you through,
I should be able to let you go,
But I cannot,
Because maybe that is what your first love,
Is supposed to be,
A heart breakingly beautiful story,
About how some people are not fit,
To fall in love with each other,
Just love one another,
As people.
-This is the last time I write about you.
-Oyin.
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Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
