So it seems that I have misjudged
when I hit the ‘enter’ button.
Didn’t know it then,
but from my life, you have left.
It seems that our feelings are now different.
For each other and for ourselves.
You will never know how I feel,
and I will never feel again
what I felt with you.
It seems that we are strangers now.
I miss when we talked till sundown.
Now I avoid you throughout the day,
trying to push you out of my mind,
and cry think of you in the night.
It seems that my efforts to heal were futile.
The power to convalesce is not in my hands.
It seems that I fuck up whatever I do.
But I need you to know
that I have tried my best.
I’ve tried my best
to get to know you.
I've tried my best to then get you.
Now I’m trying my best to forget.
It seems that you’re happier now,
so I won’t bother you about the past.
The sweet yet noxious past.
When the roses aren't wilted.
--20/1/2022
Theme : Love