stirring in my soul
Where should I start, when I am stuck in this denial mode.
You cry
You cry there all alone, because I left you
Not us this could never happen to us
But it did
I am still in shock
We were forever, so we thought
It burned our souls and our skins too.
When we were away from each other.
So now, what is this?
Why am I not hurting and you are, for both of us.
Why do I want another pair of eyes on me, another heart in my bosom, another soul in my body.
Why is my pain, not the one of separation, but of my betrayal.
So many memories
So many days
The movies, the park, the class, the lab, the dungeon staircase
The walking together in the evenings and early morning too
The calls and billion texts
The loving
So intense.
What should I do.
To have it back or what should I do
Because I don’t want it now
I don’t want you
My head reels
How can I not want you.
After wanting you for every second of my life, since we met
What is it God
What is wrong with me.
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and to this GOD says : "Nothing is wrong with you, my child... you finally grew up!" ;-)
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