sense of sight
to make me remember,
but it's the scent of my soap
that brings back memories of that ever—
ever changing mind of yours
from a few years back,
indecisiveness of your mind
and the qualities you want that i lack,
i was there to make you feel better,
but you didn't want to make it last,
you tore my heart multiple times
that it still haunts me, whatever's happened in the past,
scent of trying too hard,
wanting things to change,
wrote so many poems about you,
but ripped all those pages,
i remember that memory
of happiness i made up in my mind,
but was almost close to giving up on you
as it was getting harder to find
all the happiness i wanted,
because you hid me in secrecy,
i only wanted to be yours,
but you've always wanted to be free,
whenever i remember
the memories of those years,
only my heartaches stuck to me,
as i shed so many tears.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
