You never knew me.
You always said that you did.
You always said I was important to you.
Yet when a man comes in your life you forget about me.
I question our friendship and you just move on.
Can't you see that I loved you.
That I needed you.
Now I need you to stay gone.
Now I see you never loved me.
You never cared.
You cared as long as you held feelings towards me.
Don't say you did cause you never did prove it.
Don't say you knew me for you know not my real name.
Don't say you want to try again cause I won't believe you.
Are you even sad?
Are you sad like I was?
Some reason I don't think so.
You seem unfazed.
Untouched.
Unloved.
Though that is not my concern anymore, or maybe it never was.
So now I stand back and smile.
For I am free.
Free of what?
Well, you decide.
-Erik
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoesíaThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
