Each night,
silence is a fan
an avid reader
of untold stories
from my unmade book.
My book
are all about us
when there's you and I
but now,
it's her beside you.
I think about you—
a lot
but I know it's just me
scribbling our past
You're now a character
of someone else's
book.
Somewhere in the past,
I was your definition
of love
but now I'm afraid,
I don't matter at all.
I can't obliged you
to remember
Just let me
borrow you forever
to be my main character.
Let me continue
our story together
in pages and chapters
Feel free to flip
the book cover
If you and her
were getting colder.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR SELF,
PoetryHear love's bittersweet song, Loss and discovery, where hearts belong. Through verses deep, emotions unfold, A journey of self, in stories untold. Join this odyssey of love and strife, In "Dear Self," find the essence of self-love. (A collection of...
