What do I remember when I think about him?
Do I think about his playful smile?
I do.
Do I think about his friendly eyes?
I do.
Do I think about his olive green jacket?
I do.
Do I think about his black and white picture?
I do.
Do I think about the way he said "no" to me?
I do.
Do I think about the way he said "let's just be friends"?
I do.
Do I think about changing any of it?
I do.
Do I wish to change any of it?
I don't.
I love him, just the way he is,
Even if being himself, means he doesn't love me...
(Nov10, 2016)
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Love Me or Love Me Not
PoetryA year long love story told with eight beautiful poems. Every time a poem was written as a memory was being remembered. At the end, that's all that was left: Memories! Passionate, yet painful memories...
