I am still
lost in the
last ruins of
this version you built.
I am still
walking around,
wandering,
with no sense of
direction at all.
And the rain
pours damn hard
in that corner
where we first met,
but
in the comfort of
crumbling remains,
I stayed,
lying there like a
crumpled piece of paper
where you once wrote your
lines of poetry on.
I still got them,
tucked into my pockets
like fading rays of sunshines
that cannot stand against
darker skies.
I stayed,
not waiting for you to
come back and
rebuild my walls,
but wishing you never left
in the first place.
I stayed,
asking myself,
thinking over
and over again,
Why?
Why am I the one left
roaming around the grey
when you were the one
haunting me?
Why am I the ghost
that is still pinned down
in this map you made up?
In the comfort of
crumbling remains,
I stayed.
Maybe because I really
have no sense of direction at all
And you were the city
I’m stuck in………
Beautifully penned!
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Glad you like it🥰
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Very much! You write well! 🙂
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Thanks❤
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