Sometimes I wonder why.
Why you couldn't love me the way you claimed.
Why you were lying? To yourself and to me?
Or maybe you deluded yourself of love.
You claimed a love so strong, unbreakable.
But when the moment came, to really show your love. To really claim me as yours.
You failed.
You failed to love me in the way I needed you to.
You failed to understand my heart.
And you failed to read me,
when I left the book wide open for you.
For you to go through the pages, thoroughly.
For you to really comprehend my mind.
Instead you chose to skim.
Grab whatever you could.
Leaving the most critical parts of me.
The parts that made me vulnerable to you.
The parts that could've let you have me.
Losing me was a choice you made.
You act like you're in remorse,
but you're still not willing to do
what's needed to be done.
Still failing to read me.
Still choosing to skim what's on the surface.
Hopefully whoever comes next,
will do more than just stand in the shallow end.
Hopefully he'd be willing to dive into my storms,
just so that he'd understand me.
Even if it meant I could drown him.
Hopefully he'd be better at handling himself
in deep waters,
that my storms don't feel like storms to him.
I hope that he doesn't give up
when it gets hard,
when my clouds start raining,
and my oceans keep raging.
I hope that my waves don't clash into him,
but he learns how to surf them.
I hope he knows how to calm them and not be the hurricane that makes my waves roar with rage.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoesíaHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
