Strangers with Memories
You told me we don't know what the future holds. But I know — that we will cross the same path ignoring each other's existence, as if we didn't whisper I love you's to each other before. I know that I will skip your favorite songs in my playlist like I never listened to it even once. I know that someday, whenever I hear your name, my heart would no longer beat and it'll only remind me the pain you've caused to me.
And that moment, is when we decided to let go of each other and to get back on being strangers, again.
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Blue Envelopes
PoetryI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
