If it couldn't be me. Then Stop
If it's not me, so then stop deceiving me
Because it's hurting the hell out of me
If it's not me, stop showing motifs
Because you don't know how much it affects me,
Simply a human loving someone whether that fondness ain't making me tough
Myself just fell in a hole where you can't find a sign that says danger zone.
Fell in a tunnel with no signs that you might fall.
Fell in love to a person who taught us love even to a wrong man.
He's the teacher and he's the wrong man.
He taught me to love not knowing he'll hurt me at the end.
He taught me wrong lessons in love
He didn't told me, that I was just one of his prologue and not planning to drag me in his epilogue.
I was an extra and not the main.
I was the fool desperate of his love
I was a woman shock in a story I thought was the best for me.
1/1/21
-chryzology
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
PoetryFor the words I haven't shared. Unspoken words for the soul I have lost.