chasing after you is like running on a treadmill—
every step I take is still locked in the same place;
funny how nothing has consumed all the air I breathed in
but only the way you took a glance at her face
like you knew she'd be the one of your prayers
and forgot my existence like a god losing a believer.
if love is white snow falling on the shore,
I'm where you left, frozen to death;
how am I supposed to be who I was once before
if I'm too broken to catch every breath?
knowing I lived just like a wrinkle in your memory—
and killing time with her would iron out all you knew about me.
I cannot find my peace or bring it back
if your absence still abrupts my sleep;
everytime my sight fades to black,
it's the perfect figure of you I see
but I see that my surreal dreams were fated to die
when universe woke me to know there's no you and I.
I simply adored a man fit to be mine
and confessed the truth of my heart,
but where did he go, my beloved Valentine?
there, to her side, as I wept in the dark;
perhaps, the world does not owe me one to love,
and perhaps, wanting is already enough.
— JAYVIE
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that feeling every night (Completed)
Poetry5th Poetry Anthology a compilation of diary entries, but in the most poetic way possible. I'm glad I can share these emotions with you, even if they capture the unhappy moments in my life - that feeling every night. 🩶 Date Published: August 16, 2023
