Lovesick
She told me to write about love…
…fine.
…
I gave up on you.
I gave up on your testaments.
I gave up on the way you said to hold on tight.
You told me you would hold me like you used to.
You told me you would scold me like you used to.
Because I liked your attitude,
Allegedly.
…
I would be taken aback
When the sunflowers finally
Noticed the rhythm in my strut
When Mondays would pass by without a suicidal teardrop
But still I
Gave up on
The endlessness
Of you
Striking these vindicated ivories
To a song you didn’t want to hear
You left me unspoken
An empty chorus.
Until I grabbed my pen…
…to become the composer of my tomorrows.
Without you.
The Unnecessary.
©Tacito
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