and suddenly
every love song
is dedicated to
us, every poem
about heartbreak
has your traces
hidden in its each
verse, and every
sad movie ends
the exact same
way our love did
; unexpectedly.
or maybe it was
not really that
unexpected,
maybe I was just
too blind to see
the signs, too
blind to read
through the lies
that painted
your lips whenever
you tried to tell
me that you love
me, too blind to
notice the cracks
that your hallow
promises eched
on my heart.
or maybe, I was
just busy trying
to save the
unsaved, trying
to hold on to
the worn out
rope that links us
to each other,
trying to dodge
the blows that
life was throwing
at us.
or maybe, because
in the end, I was
the only one who
was fighting for
the both of us,
while you my dear
all you did was
watching, as if
you were secretly
hoping that I'll
become tired and
I'll finally set you
free.
YOU ARE READING
Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
