I still bleed until now,
Healing from the pain somehow.
The blood that's pouring through my chest won't go away,
but it's okay.
I can do it with unmending scar,
The light is fading to my stars.
A promise you only keep,
I feel your presence every time I go to sleep.
Was it you who was apologizing?
Telling me you love me and you're waiting
Wanting me to be happy and not drowning
Tears from my eyes are flowing
You kissed me as our seal,
Feel your lips into mine as if they were real.
It was our closure,
Then I woke up, it was bittersweet torture.
It was hard to detach from this cursed attachment,
From my daylight boy to the tortured poets department,
I might read the poems I used to make,
And burn the memories at the side of the lake.
Bridges were burned,
Lessons are learned,
But I never regretted the second chance I gave.
Thank you, and so long, Jake.
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THE BURGUNDY POEM
PoesiThis is the poem that I have been writing since August 2023, and it is also about how I fell in love and grieved with the same person, and how I just chose to accept it even if it hurts while I'm writing and publishing this poem.
