You're wearing a color of happiness today, while I painted mine with pretentions because behind this disguise, is actually a person who is dripping in blue. You let me watch you from afar as you began untangling the parts that once belonged to me. I am standing still, waiting for you to look back and as if you'll ran back to a place where you're coming from. But you didn't.
I watched you go farther, farther away than I'd thought. Until the distance between us has widened enough where I can no longer see any shades of you. My legs get softened and weakened as I fell down where I situated. How can it be so easy for you to left without having a trace of regrets from your footprints?
Did you really get tired of us?
Where did I go wrong?
Where did your love go?
Why do you have to give up?
Tell me, so I could make it back to you.
And from that moment thereon, I was a broken promise buried in the corner of your unconscious mind. No longer needed, no longer wanted, no longer loved, while my being is still grovelling in self-pity, wanting an answer from of all my wherefores and whys.
—PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
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