With love, M.

they said young people fall in love with the wrong ones sometimes i believe we were the right people, in love at the right time but that right timing has passed forever never lasts.
we’ve watered our tree for 5 years am i supposed to cut it down and swallow my tears and declare “yeah, i move on” like a hollow victory? like a hole at the base of our large tree
like i said, i’m not asking you to stay but can’t we ask like, “how’s your day?” “was it tough for you, how are you feeling?” can’t we just say something?
do i sound clingy and toxic i can’t pretend that my wounds are fixed i’m here pouring my feelings out they’ve always been valid, quiet, but also loud
butterflies awake when your name pops up all my emotions cram in a volcano that no longer erupts i’m neither happy nor sad something has been feasting on my soul till it’s dead
i saw a pretty soulful sky and a pale soulless moon exist together like a lively oasis and a lifeless sand dune like our hearty past and empty present how did we end up there? i can’t comprehend
from lovers to complete strangers back to square one but our paths differ we will be gone for a while a length that can’t be measured… by the love that is in exile
next time i see you from afar i will be looking at a dazzling star you’ve been long gone, but your light persists in traveling for thousands of years to fool me that you still exist
i don’t hold grudges against you i wish you all the best and be satisfied with whatever you do those things that make your soul happy, go for them i won’t be seeing you out — with love, M.
this is one last sad poem for you i hope you’re doing alright but i kinda wish you’re suffering too my apologies my feelings are mixed up having no forms just like my poetries.






