I guess it's goodbye.
Even if you didn't, I tried.
We won't happen, I was afraid.
You didn't but your memories stayed.
All the moments, where did they lead?
I punch the wall and my knuckles bleed.
Not covering the wound, I let it burn.
These dead eyes await your return.
Knock on my door I'll let you in.
I won't ask where have you been?
YOU ARE READING
Soliloquy✨
PoetryThe emotions that are hidden eventually come out and wreck you inside out✨
