You said,
You don't love me,
You said,
There would be a guy for you,
But not me, not ever.
That hurt more than
Shards going across my flesh.
It hurt more than living,
As it is I am living without you.
I will move on,
I will love some other girl,
But I don't think it will ever really happen,
That when with her, I wouldn't think of you,
That when loving her, I wouldn't imagine you,
When in an embrace, I wouldn't smell you,
All these would never happen.
In that kiss on her lips,
I may just
Close my eyes,
And try feeling you once again,
Try delving into your taste
From my memory of you.
All of this not because
You are the most beautiful girl in the world,
But because I made you one,
By loving you that much.
And even after all that you said,
To hurt me,
I would still not negate
The true being of love,
I have for you.
Just remember though,
I made you this beautiful,
Maybe that other guy,
Meant for you won't,
Not to this extent.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...