He gave me a mixed answer,
So I sent the confession letter.
Did you just leave me hanging?
Or am I overthinking?
He makes me feel that I'm hallucinating.
Or am I overreacting?
The definition of our love isn't beautiful as art museum,
Because I'm here, alone in the empty asylum.
He fed words to my delusions,
What are your reasons?
A lifetime door or an open window season?
I just didn't learn my lesson.
YOU ARE READING
THE BURGUNDY POEM
PoetryThis 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.
