If closure gives me a chance
I would beg the the one that got away by saying
give me back my self love I had compromised in order to love you
give me back the words that I had wrote to you
The butterflies you stole on the days the world turns into a filter
The 1000 replays of the memoire I kept thinking in my head
of why you just won't
stay.
Guessed loving you wasn't easy
But you don't have to turn into a ghost
You already knew the part of me who is clinging onto your iris has long died alongside your tomb of empty words
Night drives won't heal and so do the trigger
I did tried to move onto the next chapter
So please
Just love me a little bit better
YOU ARE READING
Repetition
PoetrySometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
