So I start Writing it at 11:11
I’m not sure the wish will ever come true and make us even
This is the last poetry I’m writing for you
Oh well! I’ve bid a thousand times the same adieu
Once again it’s going to be one last time
Not the Grande song but hanging on a door wind chime
Finally I think of this day to unlove you
I could’ve better celebrated 1 more year for a few
It’s complicated that I cannot love anyone
You don’t want me back but asking you over and over again is fun
Hey! Tell me you won’t miss me
Of course I get it
You don’t have to say a word
You never did
I understand you are looking for better one
What will you do to the memories? Burn?
In the fire we ignited with our love
And kept burning with pouring hearts into it
Ouch! Your’s was never used. Mine did perfectly fit
It’s difficult to let you go like this
How can I forget it’s me and I won’t ever feel the bliss
To be loved and felt important
But I don’t care coz I’ll always choose the poetry of infant
Now leave before I start falling for you all over again
I won’t write anymore poetry but there also won’t be any pain
Leave before it’s again one more July 19
2 years will be a long time like it has always been
Last thing you need to know is I still play your songs
On repeat sometimes to forget all of the known wrongs
Yes I’ll write the birthday post and won’t forget to wish you
A minute later 00:00 just to give the time to the new!
I never believed in 11:11 and I don’t know if something like this exists. Wishes? What’s the point of them all coming true when the only one I wished for never did and never will? Anyway, I wrote this poetry after a long break. I don’t have to explain why I did. Everyone knows my only inspiration. July 19 is a special day for me. A day of self betrayal and self torture. I’ve mentioned the date before too. This time I want to end it the way it started but I’m not sure if I can. Sometimes the signed pain is a forever contract. I don’t mind it now. It’s a part of my life. A part of me dies to even think of either but there’s no life without neither. I hope I set myself free and stop chasing the one I cannot have.
P.S.— I lost the ring.