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You and I can never be friends,
I tried.
I thought, it would otherwise
Be a pity
to the good times, the cold nights,
the last kissed goodbye
and your parents' love story.
I failed though,
I hate to admit it.
Everywhere I go, I see leftover love.
Everything I kept
I smelt rotten fruits.
Days no more
Love no longer, I died just a little.
I cried just enough
to function as an emotional being.
I am just a woman.
I am just a human.
Whenever love dies, I still have to
live, to drink, to dance.
Friendship does not grow from
dead affections.
For that, I say,
Civil, behave, goodbye.
Not again, you and I aren't good enough
for lovers nor friends
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