I remembered you.

The way you made me feel.

I thought it was false.

Is it?

Is it worth the chance

while another love of mine

is off in a trance?

While she sees nothing more

than a classmate inside

of me?

Can I risk talking

to you once again

while I’m separating from her

once again (this time the final again)

Should I seclude myself

or give my love to one?

I need to escape.

Stop talking to me on Facebook.

Stop emailing me.

Stop texting me.

 

Escape.

The End

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