I fought.
I fought till the end,
until you said that you don't want me anymore.
After that
I forgot who I was before you,
thought how could I ever love again,
and wrote till my hands fell off;
I still had more to say but no energy to write.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Don't you ever I that I didn't care.
I fought.
I fought till the end,
until you said that you don't want me anymore.
After that
I forgot who I was before you,
thought how could I ever love again,
and wrote till my hands fell off;
I still had more to say but no energy to write.