athousandMCwords,
Months have passed
Still, here I am
Writing something about you
Again.
It’s been a while,
I know I should stop.
But my hand can’t stop itself;
It won’t stop writing about you.
I remember how your voice sent shivers all over me,
When you whispered sweet words into my ears.
But then I felt something sting my heart
As I recalled how you so bluntly said, “Let’s end this.”
I admit that I miss you.
All the tears we shed,
All the happy memories we made,
All the times we said, “I love you.”
But I miss my old self even more.
The one who didn’t cry every night,
The happy girl everyone used to see,
The one who wished she had never met you.
I have wasted too much time
Thinking about where I went wrong.
Then I realized I wasn’t at fault
Because it was you all along.
After all, I don’t regret anything.
I may have changed a lot, have been broken a lot,
But it was to give myself a chance
To be a better version of what I once was
It took so long,
But at least I learned to let go.
Just give me some time
And I’ll be fine.
Months have passed
And yes, here I am
Writing something about you
For the last time.
Literary: For the Last Time
Months have passed
Still, here I am
Writing something about you
Again.
It’s been a while,
I know I should stop.
But my hand can’t stop itself;
It won’t stop writing about you.
I remember how your voice sent shivers all over me,
When you whispered sweet words into my ears.
But then I felt something sting my heart
As I recalled how you so bluntly said, “Let’s end this.”
I admit that I miss you.
All the tears we shed,
All the happy memories we made,
All the times we said, “I love you.”
But I miss my old self even more.
The one who didn’t cry every night,
The happy girl everyone used to see,
The one who wished she had never met you.
I have wasted too much time
Thinking about where I went wrong.
Then I realized I wasn’t at fault
Because it was you all along.
After all, I don’t regret anything.
I may have changed a lot, have been broken a lot,
But it was to give myself a chance
To be a better version of what I once was
It took so long,
But at least I learned to let go.
Just give me some time
And I’ll be fine.
Months have passed
And yes, here I am
Writing something about you
For the last time.
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