every time my heart wished
to fade away rather than witness
your hand in hers, smiling with her
and every time i had believed that
you could be the one, i was wrong.
as if mistakes are the only things
i'm good at doing - not writing, not
living, not loving but committing
mistakes. and i feel ashamed and
defeated, as if all this time i fought
for us but there was never an "us".
every time i swallowed the words
and held my tears from crashing
out of my eyes in furious tides, i
cursed you and myself and her and
everyone who played a part in this.
history repeats itself, gives us a
second chance but with a cost.
it surely knows how to reopen the
scars one had concealed for so long.
every time i wrote poetry for you
but you were too busy to realise it
or maybe, as i say, i come at the end
of your priority list where she rules.
maybe i'm not even on the list.
i know it's stupid to blame her but
she took away my dandelions. she
stole my living hopes and burnt them.
again. to see me burn just like them.
and every time i cried and screamed
your words in my head, like needles,
they stabbed. i bled a million poetries
but she won again, and i lost again.
is this how the tale of three queens
continue? one queen already down,
as the other two fight for the crown?
but this time, i will rewrite the rules.
and every time you come to me,
i know my "goodbye" will haunt you.
forever.
— SweetSimu.
YOU ARE READING
EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
