Before you, love was a stranger.
A page was filled with other words.
Unknown to me was the feeling of heartbreak.
I wrote of everything else.
Three love letters to you I wrote,
And now I write of post-love.
Nevermind thoughts and feelings of you,
They fade like shadows and burn out like the sun.
Before you I cried to grow.
Once, because of you, I spilt love’s tears.
Cried a river for you to reach me.
And poured loneliness to find you.
Your image clouded my sight,
Your silence mutes my tongue.
I was intrigued by the “how?”
But I wandered for far too long.
I’m not broken,
Between us was nothing but friendship.
Not even too many kisses,
That now sting like blades.
In you memory I write.
Without your knowing.
Leading my pen on,
Letting it bleed you from me.
These feeling are emptying,
And soon, so will you.
I hope you are happy,
I will be for you.
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Submission Name: XXXIV. Before You
