To My Never-Again
Once forced my heart to never-again's
clinged myself to loving-you-not's
and vowed my soul to someone else
yet I seem to always find my way back
Locked my mind to think not of you
promised to let go of the cannot-be's
yet I seem to always choose undo
instead of the buttons I should've picked
For gone are those days of ours—
and you have probably moved on now
from every subtle memory of us
while here I am, still couldn't figure how
YOU ARE READING
Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
