#goodbyepoetry
After five hundred years,
three hundred lives,
you return just to say
you’re going under the knife,
that death might take you.
And what of it?
What’s that to me?
We’re not on the same frequency anymore.
I don’t care.
We ended.
You chose to leave,
said it broke your heart
to love me without return.
So don’t appear out of nowhere
claiming this could be
your final message.
Don’t tell me you’ll die—
just die.
I won’t feed on your drama,
won’t waste my energy
keeping alive what doesn’t exist.
You once promised
in future lives
you’d find me again,
that we’d live our love at last.
Please—don’t.
Love yourself.
Prioritize yourself.
Forget me.
I already forgot you.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 8:04 PM UTC
She said he's an angel,
he knew his demons well
She said he's perfect,
He knew she's perfect
She said she loved him,
He loved her so much
She said she'd love him forever,
He loves her even after
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She said she hates him,
He said he loves her
She wished him dead,
He wished him dead
She pushed him away,
He puller her closer
She moved on,
He let go so slightly
She's with _him_ now,
He respects them
She forgave him,
He spoke to her again
She hates him,
He hates him
She's gone forever
He lives wherever
High enough in his own reality
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
At a loss for words, loss for poetry.
Nothing else to spill, nothing left to feel.
Entangled in the contours of unspoken thoughts .. No rhythm, no beat, no metaphors left to speak..
No solace, no release, no comfort within this ink..
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC