Was it my imagination?
Why does my mind feel so much agitation?
Weeks on end, I'd force myself to forget,
And now, seeing you, brought me so much regret.I'd thought that I had been ridden of your smile,
Or your slightly deep voice, that'd make my heart run for miles.
I'd wished to erase you from my life,
And yet, when I saw you, it brought to me a sense of strife.Am I contradictory?
Why couldn't I let go?
Why do when I finally set foot into reality,
I'd forgotten all my sense of rationality?It's not fair,
That your presence is like air.
Without it, I'd be a weightless volume,
Seeking a form of comfort; maybe even a sad tune.After all my effort, it was in vain,
Becuase seeing you again, brought me enormous pain.
Memories rise, and my heart intensifies,
How you'd finally ignored me, after all those tries.It mattered not whether I had loved.
It mattered not whether you had looked.
It mattered not whether I had cried.
And it didn't matter whether or not you had said goodbye.- 24/6/20
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Sublime | BOOK 2
PoetryS U B L I M E - of unparalled grace or beauty; something otherworldly, almost godlike. ❝Sublime your essense in my imperfect misconceptions of cracked edges, Unravel the mystery beneath layers of seemingly untold pledges. Beautify your heart's eclec...