Long stares at the mirror,
the looks of confusion,
face ran out of color,
long, cold conversations–
something I couldn't point out,
asking, "What if he knows?"
He seems pretty endearing,
I'm one juxtaposing–
for I still remember,
your love on its winter;
the melancholic blow,
asking, "What if he knows?"
I am unsure right now,
he's back, another round;
I want to love him back,
I still lingers in the past;
Not because you miss me,
missing me is enough.
We want to move forward
but we're waltzing backward;
Caged with these memories,
longings, and miseries–
hold him back or let him go,
asked myself, "What if he knows?"
CITEȘTI
Abandoned
PoezieI come before you asking to come here and see- here lies a poetic anthology of pain, deception, and agony... Abandoned. (2024)
