I ran out of words now
to tell you how lonely I feel.
You chose not to listen to me
well, I thought, so let it be.
I wonder why am I still
writing this about you.
You might not know how
much I care for you.
I promised myself that I wouldn't
break over what wasn't meant to be.
You said you wouldn't
bother me at all ever.
I told you that I won't talk
to you again, never.
You left without giving me
a chance to speak to you.
I sat there silently listening to your
footsteps as you walked away.
You will someday learn that this
silence has been broken by a new voice.
I will get over you then, sooner or
later, but yes, will find my words, again.
You should know this while I put an
end to it, I can forgive, but not forget you.