why do you seem otherworldly to me?
i know you, but i don't know you either.
maybe it's your kind eyes that speak to this broken soul?
or the words you said that felt comforting to hear
maybe it was all fiction.
everything happened were just products of my thoughts.
nothing was real.
my mind doesn't register your existence.
you're like a stranger to me.
someone fictional.
it's strange.
you are real, yet you're not.
maybe because we met virtually?
or maybe because my mind doesn't want to recognize your existence?
YOU ARE READING
[H] The Moment He Was Gone
PoetryThe moment he was gone, my world got reset. I now have to bear this eternal loneliness for as long as I live. The moment he was gone, my world crushed. I can't bring back the same old me anymore after he left me. He's gone, and I was never loved bac...