Tell me if you wanted to go,
tell me if you perhaps already packed your bags and think of leaving.
Tell me if you had loved me enough, you had loved all of flaws, seen all my tears, cried on my shoulder, seeing my naked soul, travelled my mind.
Tell me if you think that you had resided for too long.
Tell me if you hated me, for being so weak, if I'm too greedy, too spoiled, too demanding and too childish.
All the things you hate about me,
say it,
loud
louder
to my ears.
And,
tell me if you still love me,
if you will stay and still,
if you still want to try.
Tell me if you still want to know what are things
that is inside my heart,
how my mind can be when it comes to
the worst day,
when anxiety attacks.
Tell me if you will still say yes to every
nonsense things that I will say,
that we will still jamming into our favorite songs that
we used to listen every day
in repeat.
Tell me if you will always find any ways just to comfort me
tell me
tell me if you do
tell me if you will.
And I will do the same.
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The Untolds
PoetryThere are things in life that you wish you could tell people easily, but you find yourself didn't find any single words, combine it into sentences and make it whole as a story, then tell it to people that some of them, will judge you easily before y...
