"idwly" poems
my hands trembled as I walk
You asked me if we could talk
of course I said yes
I never loved you less
You asked me about the weather today
I think of words to say
I know this will end bad
This talk is going to be the reason why I'll be sad
"what are we to talk about?"
that is what I wanted to shout
But I kept silent
Pretending that it didn't bother me
"I'm sorry"
that was your first line
"It's not you It's me"
I have heard that before
I hugged you one last time
I cried that night
As I turn my back on you
I silently whispered "I don't wanna lose you"
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC