"why didn't you tell me anything?"
the sadness in his eyes was the last thing I wanted to see right now
"you hate me, don't you?"
"yes, i hate you,
for not telling me anything,
for pretending that you don't love me,
for not giving me the chance to love you enough"
the guilt inside me was too much to bear
"i am sorry"
"and i love you"
"no"
"no"
"no"
————————
and just like that, the last leaf from that cherry blossom tree fell,
no one knew, no one noticed,
only sound of the wind
filled the surrounding,
only the branches of the tree
were crying in agony
and then
there was me . . . .
YOU ARE READING
FALLING FOR SUMMER
Poetry❝Like the waves reaching out for shore every time he reached out she could see her not being as she was before. . . . ❞ In which both Fall and Summer fell in love with each other yet couldn't be together
