I loved you
maybe I still do
I see the coffee stains of your cup on my table cloth
I bear the love stains of your love on my body's soul
it's been 2 years
I am drowning
2 years and yet not drowned
maybe I long to hear "goodbye my sunshine" before I die
love is blind so have I been...
somehow I believe someday I will replace the dried flower with the fresh ones maybe sunflowers or tulips you'd bring home
ironically I know this dried flower will remain as such...untouched and froze
I used to be pleased
maybe I still do
how the roses u gave
smelt preciously different
how u said I am your forever perfume
to smell it for eternity was your dream
maybe dreams are illusion
illusion of feelings and thoughts when combined
I knew our fate has to be a novel, or maybe a poem
and so I will have to write it to gift u on your birthday someday
fate declared fault in our stars
the next day our sun never rose
thus I started talking to the moon
now there are scars all over my body
and a strange longing
your love gave them to me
and I take care of them like some wound yet to be healed.

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