I will tell myself
that I am over you,
and I believe it most of the time,
but then I wonder what would happen
if I saw you again.
Would I make the same mistake
and fall into your trap again?
Would I be able to ignore
your siren song if you
were to call my name?

It was good
while it lasted,
wasn't it?
But all things must end and
though I may miss it,
things are better left
in the past.

My sorrow is a rose
and I am the last petal
trying to hang on through
the raging winters.
Sometimes I forget that
spring does not last forever.

I either have
nothing to say or
too much to say but
no will to say it.

Ever since I've met you,
the more time I spend with you,
the more I feel I've become more like you
and I could not be happier.

Happiness is not
always what you think it will
present itself as

11:56 PM
27/10/22

If I look for you
again, what difference would I
find this time around?

9:03 PM
25/10/22