I post
just to see you in an icon,
instead of getting your face
out of my circle.
I leave you,
but I never learn how to let you go.
I loved you
when I had to leave you there endlessly.
I wanted you,
with every wrong beat of my heart.
You were,
so many times,
a wildfire in my chest.
Now,
I'm here
writing poetry instead of letting you leave.
I ought not to have loved you.
My heart should have stayed silent.
And,
again, I'm here
writing poetry instead of letting you leave.
please,
leave me.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 9:26 PM UTC
I post
just to see you in an icon,
instead of getting your face
out of my circle.
I leave you,
but I never learn how to let you go.
I loved you
when I had to leave you there endlessly.
I wanted you,
with every wrong beat of my heart.
You were,
so many times,
a wildfire in my chest.
Now,
I'm here
writing poetry instead of letting you leave.
I ought not to have loved you.
My heart should have stayed silent.
And,
again, I'm here
writing poetry instead of letting you leave.
please,
leave me.