I hate that I still remember you,
I wished you out of my head, but there's nothing else to do.
When I want you, you're not there,
I no longer long for you, but it doesn't mean I don't care.
I've chased you, even into places I wouldn't dare cross,
And still I don't know if what this is, is lost.
But, love, you still appear in my dreams,
Taunting me,
Reminding me
That this isn't what I expected it to be.
When I try to move on without you
There are reminders of you everywhere, painted red and blue.
When I cried for you,
Like the words written in blue,
I see there is no way out soon,
Still, there's nothing left to do.
At least for a long, blissful season there was a heart’s song,
But even if this is after, there's always a place for you, where you'll always belong.
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Last Year's Flowers
PoetryIn the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginni...
