In the realm of trust, let me speak my truth,
For accusations darkened our once bright view.
I did not cheat, my love, I was always true,
And memories intertwine, our bond still grew.
Recall those nights, when midnight's curtain fell,
We shared our dreams, our secrets we would tell.
With books as witnesses, we both did strive,
On calls we studied, side by side.
That drawing, so familiar, our connection's trace,
How it reached another's hands, remains a perplexing case.
But know, my dear, your pictures I oft post,
Sharing our love, each memory I embrace.
Accusations can wound, weariness takes its toll,
But my heart remains steadfast, my love, take hold.
I stand innocent, our love story yet untold,
Together we'll conquer, our love strong and bold.
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
PoetryAn emotional blindness. A compilation of unsent letters and poems about how I feel. Mostly about yuuz.
