(Phase:1)
You blinked,
My breathe hitched.
Walked across the room,
I swore I was swooned.
You held my hand,
I couldn't even hear the door slam.
Caressed my back,
Uh-oh, cut me some slack.
You like me, you say,
This is my favourite May.
The background blurs, a halo forms 'round you,
I can stick with you like glue.
(Phase:2)
You won't return my texts,
Don't even give any context.
I convince myself, he's just busy,
He is not leaving me, is he?
You yelled at me today,
Left me in decay.
Didn't even care to apologize,
It took me a moment to analyze.
You say, you can't do this anymore,
They all leave, I have kept a score.
You walk away,
Next time, I won't sway.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
(Phase:1)
You blinked,
My breathe hitched.
Walked across the room,
I swore I was swooned.
You held my hand,
I couldn't even hear the door slam.
Caressed my back,
Uh-oh, cut me some slack.
You like me, you say,
This is my favourite May.
The background blurs, a halo forms 'round you,
I can stick with you like glue.
(Phase:2)
You won't return my texts,
Don't even give any context.
I convince myself, he's just busy,
He is not leaving me, is he?
You yelled at me today,
Left me in decay.
Didn't even care to apologize,
It took me a moment to analyze.
You say, you can't do this anymore,
They all leave, I have kept a score.
You walk away,
Next time, I won't sway.
This is a poem I happened to write on June 28, 2024. Must have been a good day I suppose. I can assure the reader who has the taken their time out to read this that this poem wasn't out of heartbreak of any sorts thought I like to put other's pain into words. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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