I want you to know that I'm not a writer
It's my heart who writes our memories together
And me? I think I'm a keeper
And I will keep our memories forever
Oh no sorry. I'm not a keeper. It's the paper.
It's the paper who keeps the pain that my heart wrote--
The pain that you brought
And you? I think you are a GIVER
You gave me painful words that made my heart a writer
You're a Giver.
You gave me an undying pain like a flow of river
You gave me a lot of memories to remember
A memories that will make me say "Our memories together? I wanna go back there."
You're a Giver.
You gave me a pain that I never thought is possible to bear
I'm thinking. What am I?
A reader? The one who will read our tragic themed story someday?
No, I can't read every chapter remembering you walking away--
Walking away from me. The reason if why I am now loving you from distance
The reason if why I am hoping to feel your love now even just once
The reason if why I am now hoping for your time
The reason if why I am now wishing you to be mine
The reason if why for a long time, I am not fine.
I'm thinking. What am I?
What am I in your life?
A person whom you make used in hearing Goodbyes?
A person whom you make used in believing in lies?
A person that will make you the reason to cry?
I am now the person who is afraid to try.
©pkpoetry
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