There, I heave in sight at the gray skies, wishing I can express how difficult it has been pretending as if you never mattered for once in my life. That as if, my entire galaxies never revolved around you; as if, you never meant this whole to me.
And as if, through scribbling these pretentions in the heaviness of the gray sky, I can learn to unleash what it needs to be freed before its cloudburst.
But this time, I won't pretend anymore. You know, everything has been this hard to me, accepting and freeing you, the person who was once alike to my favorite poetry that ripped my soul into pieces — to the point where I know longer knew where to go. It's hard that our lovestory has reached its end. But this time, pretending no more.
—PrettyMira18
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
