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my favourite actor nothing less than perfect my whole world, all i saw but then you became something else someone else even though you were wearing the same mask as you did when we first met on the outside the same but on the inside you changed therefore i still watch you as you perform in the crowded hallways how do i heal from a loss of someone who hasn't died
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
My favourite actor
my favourite actor nothing less than perfect my whole world, all i saw but then you became something else someone else even though you were wearing the same mask as you did when we first met on the outside the same but on the inside you changed therefore i still watch you as you perform in the crowded hallways how do i heal from a loss of someone who hasn't died
He changed. Everything he does is like an act. I just thought that we were special, and there was no act with me. He changed into something that I couldn't recognize, and I was pushed away. I watch the face of a boy I loved, on a person I can no longer recognize everyday. Now I am left, trying to heal from a loss of someone who technically isn't dead.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
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