And when you asked
If you were hurting me
I just bit my lip while
My tears competed
Who will fall first and said
You're not hurting me love.
And when you asked
If it was our decision
I smiled bitterly and my chest
Tightened, refused
to weaken my voice as I said
I love you too much to let go of you
And when you asked
If this is the end
That's when my blanket comforts me
As my pillows caught my tears
While saying
It has to end.
Just so you know,
Everytime you asked
I wanna beg you to stay
But,
I shouldn't.
- - - - -
I beg, dear self
She will be happy
without you
- Hansen
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An Ode to my Almost Lover
PoetryI met a lot of people, whom I subjected in my verses. Perhaps some are worth it, while some are not.
