we met in grade 5
i met you again when
i was 16
you didn’t meet me because
i was broken
but maybe because
i overloved

and now
here you are
tearing me apart
day by day
giving me little moments
to breathe and chances to
find you

you must be overjoyed
witnessing me
trying to recognise you
but you always
made me perform
things i didn’t want to

maybe it was never you
I was afraid of
yet I was bold enough
to get rid of you

and now that i’ve
conquered you,
it feels like I am
on cloud nine
and you’re sitting
down, convincing
‘what a meloncholy it was’


It’s beautiful! :heart_eyes::heart:
Welcome to YoAlfaaz, dear! Keep sharing your words! :hibiscus:

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