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“I dont know”
was my response
when you asked me if
I still love you

the world stopped
for the both of us
as I wondered on the thought
of me, being selfish
or being true
and yours upon the
realization that
maybe, just maybe
my love for you
is fleeting

neither of us was speaking
and the silence echoed
through the depths of my head
and you uttered
‘oh’

that moment, I knew
that you gave up
on me, and my inner
indecisiveness

I crumbled upon
the guilt of telling you
those words, so instead
I let my tongue do
the talking and said
'maybe'

cause it was never hard to say

but it is always hard to face

the reality of being responsible
to someone

as if I have to breathe
through somebody’s pair of lungs
and scratch the loneliness
with someone else’s fingers

we parted
I changed numbers

cause I had to stay afloat
on the clouds of solitude
free from attachments.
Aylin Chavez Apr 2019
You say you love me,
But your love feels like death.
Your words are meaningless.
They’re nothing but blurred.

We tangled in the sheets,
twisting the words in my head.
Complicating it’s meaning,
twisting it’s simplicity.

You blocked my thoughts,
with your trail of kisses.
Trailing to a dictionary,
to the truth of the word

Our hands entangled with one,
not able to write what we felt.
No marks were drawn,
to draw that heart.

You blind me with your “love”,
with you I had no sight.
You were that special one,
until I’ve seen.

You claimed to love me,
but your eyes looked past mine.
Not sharing the same love.
My eyes loved you more.

You pushed me aside,
not expressing the love.
That’s when I realized,
your meaning was different than mine
Aylin Chavez Mar 2018
The leaves whisper.
The sky wept.
We stood in black,
mourning for the risk that our love is about to burden.
We gaze at one
and realize, it’s steadily crumbling.


We desperately desire to dig up,
only discovering there’s no value.
No significance, in our memories.
Memories were cherished,
but weren’t treasured.
Momentarily as a love song,
a sorrowful sweet lullaby.

We used to press replay,
just to restart.
To clasp affection newly.
Into the moment we first met,
just to acknowledge what we sense.
To relive what we embraced.

Now we neglect the melody.
To abolish it, before the ache.
Never reliving the bitter end.
Skipping stormy nights we shared as one.
Till the moment we overlook,
there was never hope.


We remain there,
feeling each other’s pain.
Placing roses on its Death,
to personify the love that expired.
The roses disappear,
like how our love did.

In our grasp, we clutch a rose.
Ripping the petals away, saying,
“I love you, I love you not.”
We impair each other,
for only the final petal to be,
“I love you not.”

The last petal drifts down slowly.
We stare within one’s eyes,
knowing it’ll never be the same.
Farewell.

— The End —