The world feels...so boring and colorless
My heart hurts, getting crushed and press
My love for her is taken up to the test
And my patience is getting dragged to the farthest
I miss her so much...but I feel too distant to her
I want to feel the warmth of her hand again, but I'm no lover
Nor loved, taken, liked by anyone in this world
My whole existence is considered absurd
But I guess I had to leave her, make her hate me
So our goodbyes won't hurt much when I flee
It might be a twisted idea, that's what they see
But I just don't want her to suffer...really...
I may did that...but I did it for the both of us
I hugged her one last time, knowing I broke love a trust
Knowing this, this will be set on stone
She won't get hurt when I leave her alone
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Poems of lifetime
Poetry"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words" - Edgar Allan Poe