The Untold Stories

If there’s something broken in me

Maybe I’m made to love

You said you knew me

But all I see is how I’m a stranger to your eyes

Somewhere where we forgive and burry, for it to help us grow and continue, embracing new words and new promises, new ideas and new experiences, with the soul that I already know.

And sometimes I wish for that universe to be this one; I wish for it to be this reality, right here, right where we stand. But I guess I’ll never really know. I’m in no place to reach out, so I keep wishing that you do.

A love letter to you,

Is this how you felt when I told you there was someone else?

When we both decided not to speak about our feelings?

When we both lied to ourselves about not having feelings for each other?

I wanted to kiss you, you know that

You wanted to kiss me, don’t lie back

But we never did, not again, not one last time, not at the end

And I still think about that

When you and I were one

When I was oblivious; blindfolded

And I did, I did everything I could

But at the end of the day, it was you who stabbed me

People come and go

Giving everything